This room was once alive
with colour and chatter.
Now bare, it is silent -
the sea licks at piles of bags
packed with our lives.
We will carry these things
to the bay tomorrow
where the boats will wait.
The furniture will stay -
stuffed with our memories
to become reefs
where fish will gather -
moving their silent mouths
endlessly.
with colour and chatter.
Now bare, it is silent -
the sea licks at piles of bags
packed with our lives.
We will carry these things
to the bay tomorrow
where the boats will wait.
The furniture will stay -
stuffed with our memories
to become reefs
where fish will gather -
moving their silent mouths
endlessly.
By Juliet Wilson
2 comments:
Juliet is a writer, adult education tutor and conservation volunteer, based in Edinburgh, UK. She blogs at Crafty Green Poet (http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com) and edits the poetry journal Bolts of Silk (http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com), She is currently writing a futuristic novel she fears will become alternative history before it's finished.
Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. A really simple and beautiful poem. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
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