Levitation

[vagabond]

this is fascinating.. don´t understand half of it and probably the other half not like it was meant to.
comments include interpretation, therefore hidden.

 
The kitchen was always in winter—its pantry   
full of shadows, odours washed in damp soil
and bagged in the fields, picked-at,       
white boned carcasses draped
in tea towels set aside to rest.             rest´s double meaning: creepy and bizarre with the carcasses above;
comma after tea towels?

Thin air wafted a sweetness that drizzled           maybe there´s a way to get rid of "that" since it appears again in the next stanza
on cooling cakes and offered up
a promise of fresh buttered bread.            

The worn down work tops cut away to hands            
that rolled out pastry, and set liquid jelly                   somehow jelly associates to the weariness in the line above in my view.. another intrusion in the scene that pretends to be idyllic
outside to cool in the drifting snow.               

A bottomless Belfast sink bubbled above      
a makeshift step, positioned to giggle child-        sink and child-labour go along well, bottomless makes me think of pit
labour onto chores.

Its walls gleamed with fired green tiles crafted     
flat, almost without seams. Stood in the doorway     seams that would let the raw wall appear?
between two poems, a child looked along their       the two poems make me think of the green tiles again.. magical fairy tales?   I´d make the child a boy (as is later specified) to avoid repetition with the stanza above

mirrored finish, cast a spell—one arm one leg,  
the words said, his body lifted off the ground.    now I see the levitation: it´s fun to do this (of course one arm, one leg per side of the doorway)… but the shallowness of this association set aside: the act makes me think of trying to connect two worlds or being suspended between two worlds

somehow I think less enjambments in the last stanza would make it easier to read