Theodora Sings

‘Theodora, Theodora,’ he chants at me.

He’s a sorrowful adventurer, and he’s back. Back, yet not back.

‘Theodora, Theodora, she’s the bird I knew I’d fall for.’

He giggles to himself and jerks, as if he’s just remembered something.

Is he happier now? I was here when the doctors found him dribble – giggling in the rig.

As they wheeled him off he looked up to my perch in the rafters of his lab, and winked. Happy but not happier.

‘Theodora, Theodora,’ he croons.

He always sang when working his strange science; a different tune when talking of his childhood.

Going back; I won’t go forward. Oh! To bend the march of time. Send me back instead of forward; Children know the best of times.

 

I would be treated to a recounting of childhood days: fishing with his father for August tench; playing on a beach on the Vendee; looking at his face reflected in his mother’s sunglasses; halcyon memories before the debunkery of adulthood prevailed and demystified the universe.

Always singing when working on his rig; songs of longing that carried a sense of anticipation. I joined in his lovely laments with my harsh caw, until the day came for him to use the rig, and when he did, was it folly to fly down and land on his hand? We entered his past where he was truly happy, and it was briefly wonderful until time expatriated him, exiling us to the present.

Like dementia, but not, they said; brain damage reducing his mental state to that of an 8 year old.

He now abides at the window of the care home his yearning put him in, and with a wet glint to his eyes he still sings to me.

‘Theodora, Theodora, I can move us back and forward.’

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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