Monday 25 May 2015
memory
Still life 1907 by John Frederick Peto
Lazily left where she hung them
for this moment home to spiders,
tattered silk is food for worms,
shredding skin in dust piles
below.
The itch of her carpet bag
grazing my memory
sadly mournful,
inside the detritus of a last shopping trip
a broken earring and copper change
imprint fingertips now lost.
I pull on her hat sharply
straw nibbles my ears
pass your scent to me
so I can remember your soft wrinkled hands
holding mine
and a dry lip on my cheek.
KD 25/5/15
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nice images ...
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sweetly remembered.
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