Yellow and blue kitchen tiles,
that old stainless steel sink and tap.
Odd porcelain cups, saucers and plates,
that kitchen bench with roses in a vase.
Strawberry rhubarb pie in the wood oven,
sitting with Mum at her favourite spot.
Tag: memories
Haiku: Memories
Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories
The Silver Spoon
An antiquarian silver spoon,
hidden in an old treasure shop.
A desire to caress the spoon,
to touch and feel the silver.
The spoon feels alive in her hand
as if she once touched the spoon.
An image of herself so unfamiliar,
laying down on an unknown sofa.
A dress of white adorned with
many light roses moving down.
A noise from behind awakens her,
as the book slips from her chest.
The spoon above her,
a flash of colour,
then cold nothingness.
Seeing herself dead,
looking at his face.
The man she already knows,
blood dripping from the spoon;
her fiance holds the knife.
Vintage Flowers
The sun feels warm,
yet the breeze tells
a different story.
Days where even the
flowers seem to have
gone vintage takes
me back to childhood
moments in the ’80s.
The carefree moments
when I did not think
about the good times
coming to an end.
Days like those were
carefree, but I must
say, looking back, that
those days felt sad too.
Duchess Draw
Once polished weekly
with love and devotion,
I return to the
silky oak duchess.
In an old draw,
I found bits of jewellery and
pictures of us as kids.
Memories soaked
into the wood,
remind me of how
much I miss you.
Boxes
I am packing the boxes to find old treasures that I thought didn’t exist, for I forgot about them.
I find that old black and white picture, a vase from Mum’s place with purple orchards, a trinket with sentimental value from school, and the plaster from my broken arm.
I’m thinking about the awakened memories as feelings start to rush and mess with my heartstrings.
Sniffing the items a little, I’m sneezing and crying.
C & K 