This short piece of writing records a dream about Katherine Mansfield in 2007!
She did have wet hair and was very hungry, being perhaps marooned in another dimension where breakfast is unnecessary and relegated to memory! Dreams are a great source of fascination and often prove more lively than real life!
Having read and ‘studied’ Katherine Mansfield for years for my PhD (and even before I embarked upon any research ), the short tale does communicate a fondness for the headstrong, witty, brilliant writer whose life was tragically curtailed by tuberculosis.
I still find Mansfield fascinating, do wonder about her voice. Woolf was envious of her writing and found even her ‘scent’ disturbing. She gave many people short shrift and feigned a sardonic, ‘cat like’ exterior, whilst inside suffering profound self doubt. Contradiction was her middle name.
What do you give a ghost for breakfast?
She’d always arrive with damp hair begging for the top of the milk.
Slight Kiwi accent too. How weird after all these years. Nice smile though. Cute if you like that sort of thing.
That scent.
No air kisses though.
Call me Kezia.