Wednesday, 24 July 2019
Old Style Letters.(Completed Version).
It is like the old times.
I sit writing letters to you,
Pen on paper.
No hurried text messages in a private code
That shall be wiped out in a moment,
And never stored in a bundle
Tied by a silk ribbon.
It is like the old times.
We are both avowedly old fashioned,
Preferring books to mobiles,
Oil paint to photos,
Crops we have grown to tacky groceries
Picked off a shelf in a supermarket.
We would live in a Vardo if we could do so,
But camping by the roadside is no longer legal.
It is like the old times.
I scrawl to you long letters
Believing you will keep them
Underneath your pillow,
And never press an icon to wipe them away.
We have found an integrity in old fashioned things,
A no-nonsense strength that binds us together.
And when the stone memorials have split apart and fallen
Deep in St. Mary`s churchyard,
With luck my letters will remain
To tell our little story.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 24th. - 25th. 2019.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Colonel was a fawn Great Dane, docile but loud of bark. He was also as tall as a man when standing on his hind legs. He lived at the Duke of...
-
I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
-
Late summer morning glory, Sunlight saturating moist northern air So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors As I look towards yo...
No comments:
Post a Comment