WHO ARE YOU?

[Maureen K Clifford]

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

[Glenny Palmer]

How intriguing Maureen. Be sure to keep us updated on her journey. Most enjoyable. xx

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thanks Glenny - all in my mind - would you like a happy ending or sad one?

[Glenny Palmer]

I'm soo naieve... You coulda had me on for years with this one! Make it a mysterious ending Mausie...

[alongtimegone]

I too thought it was fair dinkum Maureen and ask for more info about the photo. Whatever ... she looks so sad.
Wazza

[Glenny Palmer]

She looks suspiciously like a young Maureen to me....mmm....