memories – Poetry for Dullards

Loft clearance

I ascend the ladder, filled with determination Brimming with good intentions I poke my head inside It’s chocka Rammed to the rafters, swollen with souvenirs, Articles from each episode or phase of our life. Clothes, books, costumes, Electrical items, wires, Musical instruments lie silenced hoping to be played Neglected cherished detritus A treasure trove andContinue reading “Loft clearance”

138

I wrote this a while ago but it is one of my favourites. It brings people back to me who I miss very much. 138 Tucked away in an unassuming corner,The last entrance on the rightPast the cupboard where the bogey man livesThe westerly door stands invitinglyI ring the bell and wait for its woodenContinue reading “138”