Years marinate damp canvas holdalls
in khaki dust of hessian and naphthalene
gunny sacks preserved
the brittle
sweet smell of Indian leather
grass cuttings cling
to the memory of a walk
across a lawn in the rain
bougainvillea petals record
on fragile parchment
the swish and slap
on bareskin soles
and the thuck-clat
as the chappals fell
kicked over the edge
of a makeshift bed
onto Byzantine tiles
Stitches perish
crumble
layers grin
as an orchid bursts open
and blooms
in secret.
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moving and moving... all this and that and the collections of life...... I know all the squares and circles will fit.. lovely lovely lovely colours
me be liking doll
Gilly.
ps... i'm in work right now, so this is gorgeous to read
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lol you found my cupboard.
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