The Proust Effect
Today, while walking, I caught a whiff of
a family sitting ‘round a table,
of tender lamb, and roasted potato,
and gravy (the gravy!) by the ladle.
Transported to that time I watched:
cups of milk in dim evening light,
the rowdy banter of siblings
showing affection, sometimes spite.
I saw a father, who by working misses
the carefree time in which his children p...
Friday 2nd March 2018 2:07 am
Gone to seed
Trembling, a little bit scared
Then stoic, anticipating
The next gentle flurry
A tree in listless breeze
Wednesday 28th February 2018 4:11 am
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