A Pressed Flower

A Pressed Flower


I had procrastinated for far too long

as it sat above the house hidden

to give it shape and additional room

Our loft was a chaotic storeroom

the unwanted added to the untidy


I climbed a rickety ladder aloft

into a cavern of perpetual darkness

with a solitary naked light bulb

With torch in hand I surveyed the scene

old suitcases, cardboard boxes and a hat stand

piles of knitting patterns and cobwebs


The beam of my torch rested on an old trunk

the type no longer used but collectable

or so I am told. A musty dark receptacle

I rearranged the chaos to recover this object

with help I managed to hoist it bellow

where my family awaited intrigued


Inside I found relics of my childhood

an atlas, school books and my school uniform cap

a set of encyclopedia and a fireplace companion set

Ties, sleeveless pullovers and a catapult

alongside a school scarf and broken gas mask

I found my first and only Bible


Inside the front cover I read the words

"From Nanna and Granda December 1955"

I recalled opening this on a  Christmas years before

I read Psalm 100 as a random choice

and there between the pages I dicovered a

pressed flower, a buttercup I had once placed there

◄ This is my Country and these are my People

The Black Sunbeam ►


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Martin Elder

Sat 27th Jun 2020 11:29

memories sweet memories.
Wonderful stuff

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Mon 15th Jun 2020 01:15

Hi Keith
Very moving. Love it

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Tue 9th Jun 2020 11:44

I love this one Keith. I really like your reminiscing poems a lot, the Teddy bear one was another gem. Time is such a strange thing and glancing in either direction is always incredibly emotive.

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keith jeffries

Thu 28th May 2020 07:18

Hannah and Ruth, Thank you for your comments. I appreciate what you have to say. Ruth my favourite flower is the foxglove. I much prefer a rustic garden to those neatly laid out which are so commonplace in town and city centres.


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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 27th May 2020 22:43

Who would have thought that a rummage through the loft could have turned out so poetic!? Loved this Keith. I was actually taking pics of buttercups the other day when i was out walking. They truely are my favourite wildflower since I was a kid.😊

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Hannah Collins

Tue 26th May 2020 18:36

This is so beautiful.
I loved every word, every image.
These things are so precious.


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keith jeffries

Sat 23rd May 2020 19:41

Emer, Po., Abdul and Moon Girl,

Thank you for your kind comments


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jennifer Malden

Sat 23rd May 2020 16:29

Beautiful wording, and although about an everyday theme holds one's attention all the way through. I think we all have a cupboard, attic or cellar like this.


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Sat 23rd May 2020 12:27

Down the memory lane.....reminds me of my own cupboard which I opened after many years. So many memoirs and memories came dropping down.....excellent piece I must say.
Keith your poems have always attracted my attention, for the reasons of figures of speech you use so comfortably. It delights a reader to read such poems in today's time.

Well done I must say👍

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