POT POURRI

[Maureen K Clifford]

POT POURRI


A drift of dried rose petals cascaded down
to the floor boards on which she was sitting,
in the attic surrounded by dusty accoutrement's
dust sheeted as was only fitting.

The air here was hot and dry in the throat
and a cobweb swung lazily by
as unnoticed, she rummaged deep in the chest
unaware of how quickly time flies.

She opened the book to see pale pretty pictures
of ladies of times now long past,
yellowed pages riffled and fluttered - disturbed
by an unprecedented cold blast.

She gasped in surprise as the old door slammed tight,
and she jumped to her feet full of fright.
Withered rose petals fell from a wedding bouquet,
drifted down in the fading of light.

Long forgotten memories in the box of shadows
disturbed by an innocent hand,
and under the book was a beautiful thing -
a diamond encrusted wedding band.

And lingering, longingly, wraith like and wispy
in the depths of the attics dark corners,
was the ghost of the bride who had never been wed
in the church - just surrounded by mourners.

Maureen Clifford © 05/10

[Heather]

Sniff..... Some great lines there Maureen.

Heather

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Heather - It was originally entwined with The Lady from Lavender Hill - and Love Letters from the Past and then I killed her off in this one. Did she die of a broken heart, suicide, sickness??? Up to the reader to decide but she was never a bride.

Not sure which came first the chicken or the egg but one poem morphed into three - similar but different. Would you call that a trilogy???


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbyjrr3HU6o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-mzrXnMAu8

[Heather]

I thought it was familiar. I do the same sometimes, use bits of a poem and make a new one from it.

Heather

[Maureen K Clifford]

Yes well so do I - sometimes coming at from a slightly different angle - this one I will knock into some semblance of bush verse before too long http://pool.abc.net.au/media/trust-me

Seems we might have broken the drought

[Terry]

Hi Maureen,
It's seems to be the thing doesn't it, so many of our deepest memories are sad ones and sometime tinged with regret as well.
but alas you can't go back to try and change the outcomes can you.

Terry

[Maureen K Clifford]

No you can't go back Terry - and if you do it is never the same, Sure we all have sad memories and regrets in our closets.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

Cheers

Maureen

[mummsie]

I love the mystique surrounding this one Maureen.

Sue