What Didn’t We Find in the Attic

What Didn’t We Find in the Attic

 

Dead daisy chains still

wrapped

in tissues and saved

in a pair

of old, and odd sock

drawers

as a keepsake

of sorts, and of course ..

From long

summers past, and a

battered

brown leather suitcase,

with someone’s

initials ..

Each of the locks, both

redundant

and broken but still

stuffed

with mementos and

memories

and spare parts from a

dozen or so

children’s old board games ..

Oh’ and

bubble-gum wrappers

and ribbons

and crayons, lined up in

a row like

soldiers, each stood to

attention ..

Plus a collection of pins

which once,

held fast framed, Victorian

butterflies

now long since passed and

released ..

Not to mention the tea

and the

cigarette cards and all

manner

of smooth shiny things

collected from

beaches, down the sides

of settee’s

and from a wicked

assortment

of sacred burial mounds ..

We also

found boxes of milk teeth

old sepia

photographs, newspaper

cuttings and all

manner of anniversary cards ..

But never the bodies

 

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the bodies are buried deep aren't they brother?! .. too many lines speak to my own attic to mention .. well done sir .. a heartfelt soulful poem .. i think attics should only be visited in the winter ... otherwise way too stifling ;) love your poem Nev! thanks for sharing
E.

[Neville]

I love the fact you cared enough to visit and leave something of yourself behind my friend ..

Cheers Gene :)
N.

[Einstein Noodle]

of course Nev! i have been quite inactive but trying to rearrange me self a bit and get back more often .. right here at the Cafe' :)

[Neville]

it's one of so many places you truly belong my friend :)

[Chris Shaw]

Attics can be a source of fascination. So much of our lives and of our dear ones who have passed on can end up in the attic. A great place for the safekeeping of memories. We too have stuff tucked away in the eaves. Not so much now as there was, but still more than enough. Sentimental and lovely. Really enjoyed this write Neville and that final line brought on a smile.

Chris

[Neville]

I'm glad it did. Thank you for sharing that Chris :)

Neville

[Ken e Bujold]

a haunting, but sweetly so ode to memories. A gem of a poem Neville

[Neville]

thank you both kindly & true Ken :)