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Treasure rekindled

by Jem Croucher

 

Faded now like a clouded mirror
Orange themed flock wallpaper
and a feint fragrance
of breakfast and summer and scraped knees
Bare feet in the cold utility room
Stone cobbles and dandelion fronds on the breeze
All these treasures stored
But no cobwebs here,
For they are like gold. To capture and seize
retain, rekindle and keep for a rainy day whimsy

 

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Posted on November 6, 2014 at 7:54 AM in Jeremy, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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