The Shoe Box

Carbolic soap red fire in the range

Friars Balsam and goose grease vest

It was so long ago and so faraway

Listening to the rain singing against the window

Just a dream in a little cold bedroom

The green tin clock kept the room in time

Blankets that smelt of Sundays

Nights darkness longer than forever

Fantasy dancing into my pillow twisting

Spinning moments to the furthest edge of the far shore

Some way into the eternity tenuous memories fall all around me like star’s dust

Swirling curling paper roses

Faded photographs with no voices

Sepia yesterdays and a dog called Harry

Secrets in a shoe box tied with string