Rafters
whistle with winter winds,
old
chairs rock quiet in the eaves,
grooves
flickering in twilight shadows,
contemplating
destiny.
Cardboard
boxes lined in rows,
childhoods
sit securely sealed,
locked
in time for future playgrounds,
frozen
temporarily.
Images
framed in the dust of time,
forever
still in captured moments,
forgotten
treasure awaiting plunder,
creating
immortality.
Cases
full of worn out tapes.
films
we watched repeatedly,
now
unwatched they gather dust,
in
silent tranquillity.
Lamps
that flickered in the dark,
forever
dimmed their light has shone,
no
more to brighten up the room,
outdated
inefficiency.
A
lifetime's memories lie hidden,
stored
away for safekeeping,
held
in stasis by the past,
dreams
in perpetuity.
©
Fergus Martin
Aug
2014
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