Ghost of the Old Convent. Pump Street.
INT: A CORRIDOR – OLD CONVENT – DERRY, IRELAND – AFTERNOON
like some rainbows
certain images can only be framed
in the mind.
in flowing white robes
my phantom nun,
like “Lawrence of Arabia” she
moved across a three inch luminescent strip
Danced the edge of my right eye
Panicked the hair on the back of my head
A Tumbilina of a lady who had mirth
and spoke it loudly in bursts of waltz.
Quick, graceful, very young with a child’s
(Yabo Yablonsky. Film Maker and Poet. Los Angeles. November 2001)