Wheelchair

Blond girl on a wheelchair Eleanor. Motor Neurone her destiny Purple eyes looking up to the hill terrain From the shade of her preferred tree Immobile limbs, travelling dreams Silent thoughts flowing with the east wind Up to the peaks scented of amber beams Pine trees’ branches caressing her forefront rim Silver rivers from the hill cuddling Her naked feet into watery whirls Perfumed petals from sycamores enfolding A pale and dreaming face of brave dreams Eleanor. The storyteller, the princess of visions Impossible to grasp the wind with aching hands Mind flying to a remote story of Fairy Zinc and Elf Arians Fiddlers playing with the branches of the Sycamores’ band Notes dropping as roses on Eleanor’s knees Now singing to the sparrows her torment Of inelastic limbs and the joy of her free spirits Finally galloping on the veil of Fairy Zinc fervent While Elf Arians was inebriating her senses with spices Fairy Zinc brought her to a castle of dances and songs and doves Eleanor’s melody was heard by the trees and sparrows and dragonflies And by her mother from behind with tearful and silent love Finally, the last sunbeam, and her flight, higher and higher Reaching clouds, joining birds, galloping hills, swimming rivers Walking proudly into woods, mountain peaks, cuckoo birds, The fairy, and the elf, and the vanishing sun And then… the deep sleep… her deep sleeps A pinecone dropping into her basket of crayons For her friends, a case of drawings and heartily rhymes Mom pushing the wheelchair of the princess of dreams “Good night my dear. Sleep well for mom Zinc. Dad Arians will cuddle your legs and stretch your arms As the doc said, I have a warm soup for your pain. Don’t be sad, all your beloved are here” Eleanor. The princess of dreams Storyteller, with a basket of poetries and birds Immobile limbs, mobile spirit and wits Joy of mom Zinc and dad Arians