I gravitate towards the Aga
stretch out my arms
giving it a warm embrace
greeting it like a faithful old friend
The feelings come back,
a flood of nostalgia
for the home we once lived in
the clanging of the doors
the banging of the lids
brutal hits of metal on metal
solid
dependable
heavy duty
the heart of our - not quite forever - family
home
glowing bright red
But this one is green,
our encounter is only for the shortest season
its verdant colour symbolises new life
starting afresh
reawakened happy memories
form a diving board
to spring from
The Aga in the kitchen of a house in Criccieth where I went on a retreat
