Quotes From "Joharis Window" By Suzy Davies

The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does. I can see a chord, hear gospel songs as we hoist the sails. The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive. Suzy Davies

It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories Suzy Davies

I want to sling a stone, a small rock into a pool, see it ripple. I want to shake a tree, create a small storm.. Suzy Davies

On his departure, he glanced swiftly back as he passed the furtive gaze of the gloved footmen. He was swept away in the momentum of shimmering glass.... I had seen how the world turned, and I was beginning to feel my own power Suzy Davies

His lone withdrawing figure blended anonymously with the darkness, Dr Raven's quick, light steps becoming gradually distant, drowned out by the clicking staccato rush of trains, the steady drip of rainwater, and the clock of a nearby church as it heralded the hour Suzy Davies

I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls, the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys. Suzy Davies

Our eyes met. I kissed her soft face, and down the stairs they descended. Their voices blended into an echo, a murmur. I ventured barefoot into the bedroom. The dark gown lay crumpled upon the bed Suzy Davies

There were women who navigated in canoes, holding their children, the beguiling wind blowing soft sleet kisses, raining upon their skins Suzy Davies

The piper never knew we were watchers..... Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the bagpipes glinted, through faint moonshine, and lifting fog Suzy Davies

The sun came out, warm on my back through my white school blouse.the streets were familiar, past the old tannery, the Jet garage. Past the Asian corner shop with rainbow jars of Kayli, gobstoppers and sherbert love hearts. I was in love with Frankie. Suzy Davies

She hands me an ornament of The Virgin Mary. "Pray to the Holy Mary, Mother of God! " I notice she has a gold chain round her neck. It has the holy cross and a shamrock Suzy Davies

I was climbing high, high up Pen Dinas Head among the sparkling yellow gorse, sea birds and white heather, with the oily sheep huddled together against the wind Suzy Davies

There are bald patches, like Daddy's head, on the pebble-dash, higher up than last year. I have picked off the stones. (I was a graffiti artist. No words, no pictures. The trace of identity marked in spaces. Suzy Davies

I can see the caravanserai, like a mirage in the distance. The heat hums. I thought I saw water. What would you have on these trade winds for your comfort? Suzy Davies