Heirlooms

Grandmother. 

A rocking chair.

A back and forth. 

From present to past,

Past to present, as

Future rests uncertain.

 

Myriad tales to be told,

As the phantoms of yore

Loom more real than

The aims of today. 

 

An anticlockwise choreography 

Needs seatbelts fastened,

The fireplace crackling, as

Lanes traversed are interspersed

With paths forsaken. 

 

It takes a lifetime

To be a life's architect,

And the stories in the storybox 

Can only grant a glimpse,

But how fortunate you are

To be gifted its key.

◄ The Fool

Flight before the Fall... ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 11th Apr 2021 03:02

Thank you Brian, I really appreciate it 😊

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Brian Hodgkinson

Sun 11th Apr 2021 01:35

this is very smooth -- takes me on a journey. Very well composed.

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Nigel Astell

Sat 10th Apr 2021 00:48

As Granny rocks
tales are told
ghost stories keep
past to present.

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 9th Apr 2021 20:43

Thank you, Philipos 😊

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Philipos

Fri 9th Apr 2021 19:44


Well crafted and enjoyable read.

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