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This tells the story of 100 years of my family history, describes the after effects of PTSD, and pays tribute to a lovely cafe in Munich. It also describes my writing method.

Looking For Patterns in the Cafe Ruffini

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse25 May 2017

Lovely
Munich cakes
and coffee
and tea,

Darjeeling
where my grandmother
(Rita-short-for-Margaret)
ruled my grandfather
while he ruled India

Loving
him and her five
boys and girls
she died
when they were

Small
children playing
on the nearby
swings and slides

Scream
in an ecstasy
of hurtling fear
kicking me where
I never want to go

Again
I sit
in the sun
staring nowhere

Close
when the
shimmering cobbles,
alive with ants,

Bring
me back:
the tea
was called
‘Margaret’s Hope’.