Rafters whistle with winter winds,
old chairs rock quiet in the eaves,
grooves flickering in twilight shadows,
Cardboard boxes lined in rows,
childhoods sit securely sealed,
locked in time for future playgrounds,
Images framed in the dust of time,
forever still in captured moments,
forgotten treasure awaiting plunder,
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,
A lifetime's memories lie hidden,
stored away for safekeeping,
held in stasis by the past,
dreams in perpetuity.
© Fergus Martin