
~
Strips of colour
Lie dormant
In my backyard shed ~
They are actually pieces
Of my other lives
Semi-boxed in
Semi-oblivion
~
Only a poetry prompt
Would make me
Re-visit muddy memories
~
I think there is one ailing box
Loaded with uni lecture notes
That could be useful
One day ~
Another
Buckles under the weight
Of cobwebby ornaments
Still waiting for the miracle
Of superglue
To fix them ~
And I think
There is one box ~
Semi-open ~
Riddled with moth-eaten
Old LP records
That perhaps
May even embarrass
E-Bay
With their
Brazen state
(I simply can't throw away music
Even if it can only live
In my mind
For now)
~
And, last of all,
There are boxes upon boxes
Of books and books ~
Books a tad waterlogged
From the leaky shed roof ~
Books that won't fit
In my current smaller house ~
Books I just can't face
~
I have moved a few houses
In my lifetime ~
And with each move
The shedscape
Grows
And the colours blur
~
So why don't I explore
This yesterday?
Use it?
Or clear it?
My latest excuse
Is the possibility
A snake seeks refuge
In the shed ~
And so
The shed door
Stays bolted
~


3 comments:
what an absolutely beautiful piece.. oh how i wish i could persuade you to go thru them... what magic they might contain!!!!!
Your poem is great. I love the way you used something in your shed to write about. Exploring old things boxed away can be fun because you forget over time what's in the box. I hope you will revisit them soon and allow them to generate old memories. Have a nice weekend.
I can identify with this. I have so many boxes in so many different places - shed, garage, loft, cupboards...I could go on. I agree with Michelle - this is a beautiful poem.
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