my puerile years
Some fragments of my childhood past
I recall with intense clarity
others not so much.
Trying to remember
this far back
is like going on an archaeological dig
discovering little scraps and shards
collected from the dust of time
and put together to form a whole.
Our old house for example
I can only recall it being a shadowy place
swum through by cooking aromas on a daily basis
in and out of each sternly furnished room.
And the sudden shouts in the night
oh yes! I remember them very well!
I can imagine because I can't be that sure
that I was taught only the basics
but never really latched onto them
my childhood preferences
consisted of quite a varied list
chalk dust caught in a beam of sunlight
different shaped coloured shells
those kinds of things.
And looking back now so many years later
I do so with amused wryness
what nonsense it all was!
Nevertheless in those snugly smugly happy early years
I thought ( if I thought at all! )
that nothing but nothing would change
as far as I was concerned
was the epicentre of nothing but
and my own private little world of me.