WHO ARE YOU?
Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:10 am
WHO ARE YOU?
She was captured, frozen in the past, seated upon a chair
with ribbons in her hair for all to see.
Hidden beneath the carpet which we had ripped up today,
her photograph was stained and mildewy.
Had she lain long I wondered and why hadn’t she been missed?
Why was she in the corner of the room?
She was somebody’s daughter, lover, mother, wife or friend.
No doubt of that. Perhaps I did presume.
Had she once sat at night time there beyond the pale moonlight
in deep verandah shadows watching stars.
Eaten a dinner just for one when he was out of town
or out perhaps frequenting local bars?
It seemed to me this run down room held the echoes of voices.
Or was that merely termites drilling holes?
Or were they faint heard whispers from a long gone distant past?
The murmurings perhaps of distant souls.
I placed the photograph of the young girl with ribboned hair
upon the smoke stained mantelpiece tonight.
One day I’ll learn her history, her name and where she fits.
so family with her can reunite.
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
She was captured, frozen in the past, seated upon a chair
with ribbons in her hair for all to see.
Hidden beneath the carpet which we had ripped up today,
her photograph was stained and mildewy.
Had she lain long I wondered and why hadn’t she been missed?
Why was she in the corner of the room?
She was somebody’s daughter, lover, mother, wife or friend.
No doubt of that. Perhaps I did presume.
Had she once sat at night time there beyond the pale moonlight
in deep verandah shadows watching stars.
Eaten a dinner just for one when he was out of town
or out perhaps frequenting local bars?
It seemed to me this run down room held the echoes of voices.
Or was that merely termites drilling holes?
Or were they faint heard whispers from a long gone distant past?
The murmurings perhaps of distant souls.
I placed the photograph of the young girl with ribboned hair
upon the smoke stained mantelpiece tonight.
One day I’ll learn her history, her name and where she fits.
so family with her can reunite.
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
You coulda had me on for years with this one! Make it a mysterious ending Mausie... 
