In the Secret Places

Shaking out the old rug
its livid pattern faded now
I send it floating like a canopy
a sole feather lingering
mingling with the dust motes, as
slowly starting its trajectory
landing, a soundless memory
of our crazy eyrie days
in an apartment close to the sky
where the seven veils
were performed amid laughter
with silken shawls and patterned rugs,
a hand painted lamp shade
making myriad markings
while a feather boa concealed,
vaguely covered
and how we twinkled,
eyes crinkling, those belly laughs
falling into the dip of a mattress
to emerge only later
with a seriousness beyond years and lives,
swallowing a thousand blasphemies
in apocryphal moments
that now hangs mid air
lingering for a mini second
to float upon the floor.
I reach across space and time
my fingers gathering
eerie and ghostlike
to place in the recess
where all the secrets
of a million moments lie.




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Written on 2016-07-31 at 13:23

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Jacqui Slade
Beautiful poetry Emma as always x
2016-08-07


shells
Just a shake and life is all there, that recess is a sacred place I feel, 'tis good to remember, the good things.
2016-08-02


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What a great thought. You shake the rug and history comes out.
2016-08-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i'm often amazed how words on a page can convey so much. you're words are impressionistic and magical and poetic. the last five lines bring the rest of the lines into focus. this is really good.

my memories are far less poetic.
2016-07-31


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah... The ethereal joys of memories! And as always, perfectly presented in your watercolour words.

Joe
2016-07-31


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh how well you explain. Your writings are something that I enjoy reading. :)
2016-07-31