I hope my pony knows the way back home
CARTE POSTALE #2
POST CARD 2
Nina Sails Away -“I Hope My Pony Knows the Way Home”
It’s never too late to meet my Father again, even if he died when I was three…
The story so far…
After my Surreal experience in the sanctuary of a somewhat bohemian venetian garden, I wound my way to a grande canal in search of my wave pony express.
In Norway they called sailing ships “Wave Ponies” …
The port was crawling with uniformed acqua polizi so I decided to walk with intent to escape their suspicious eyes..somehow it worked!
I board a Wave Pony, as a Stowaway … my life is now in the hands of Draugen (mythical ghost of the sea).
Sailing was never easy for a land locked Moravian… after hours of overwhelming greenish-ness I finally close my eyes, rocked to sleep by the wavy rhythms of the ocean…
…It’s night , I hear music wafting from the second deck. The band is swinging, the ship is tossing and I’m in a brave mood.
This music was strangely familiar and yet like nothing I had ever heard before.
I recognize the singer’s accent..he sounds Czech!
The drummer spies me crouched under the table…He ushers to me with his very large hands. He must be 20 stone (or 127 kilos) with big brown eyes and an Elvis slick.
“What are you doing? “
“ I’ve come to see you and hear you play.”
“ How did you get here?”
“I had to climb on board while no-one was watching”
“ that last song? …It reminded me of a tune from my childhood.Would you play it again please?”
As the song emerges from this fun-loving band, so do the recessed memories of my childhood… he holds my hand I am crying he comforts me by singing a childish song about porridge …he calls Kaliku…
“That’s it.. it’s Kaliku …Kaliku!” He stares at me strangely then asks…
“ Do you know the singers, Peggy Lee? Diana Washington? Nina Simone? “
“ Where I come from there were only waltzes, war songs and songs about porridge.”
“Do you want to sing in a Band?”
“Do I? ‘Deed I do!” I don’t know the songs you play!”
“Hey I’ll teach them to you “ …
My heart skipped a beat.. I felt as if I’d known this big man all my life! … and there began a friendship made in Valhalla…
I spent the rest of my sea voyage tucked up in that Drummer’s cabin swinging away with his favourite Jazz Divas and voila I had myself a musical repertoire.
My Wave Pony’s destination? I’m about to find out..
I just Hope My Wave Pony Knows The Way Home ……Nina x
nina vox © 2010
