RecallI forgive the tears and hurt,
those years I sought and never found.
For missing clues, and broken glass
in pictures made of butterfly wings
I forgive you for the summer climb,
of black sloe berries sour to taste.
Scratched legs and thorn pricked fingers,
and lemonade in litre bottles.
I forgive the middle drawer,
of packet candies ruining meals.
Cider hopes in wind dropped apples;
and burnished brown, shiny chestnuts.
I forget, and then recall,
confectioner's cream that oozed
and bruised, and gambled coins
on green baize table tops of cards.
I forget the winter storm;
the icy road and falling snow;
the night before the stolen day
I forget, and then recall.
That I forgave you long ago,
the soda siphon bubbled wars
and leather chairs, scratched and scored,
with all the turning of the years.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2007-12-08 at 13:04
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