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I Remember...

written by: LadyLily

@AFairymary

I remember my window,

spattered with sleet,

the phantasm-feral mist,

hovering voodoo flares.

A diamond flamed moon...

She brought stone-cold nights,

my breath steam-swept away.

I remember red Roses frozen in time,

heads hanging as if crucified.

The gnawing, growling, winnowing wind

belting my innocent panes.

A finger etching a matchstick man

on a crack-warped mirror.

My tiny feet sinking

into freezing flower-patterned oilcloth,

squashing aged, peeling, ripped petals.

I remember my fish of gold,

gliding, preceding death,

his lollystick headstone.

Never forget Spider, her delicate twines,

silver-toned, embalming an unfortunate earwig.

The tinkling from Blitzen’s bells

echoing through empty avenues...

children sleeping Dolly-mixture dreams.

I remember street lamp beams

spearing shadows on my paperless walls.

Imagination unleashed...

Dogs, dollies, friendly faces,

promenading, Victorian, laced -ladies,

painted with magical strokes

from the corridors of this child’s mind.

I don’t remember glossed horse-chestnuts,

fine fir trees filled with baubles and bows,

a single toy, a teddy bear, doll or Dandy book.

I remember a portrait ‘Our Lady of Lourdes.’

Blue shawl showered her head,

wisps of Autumn-brown hair, lips blossom soft,

bliss-blue eyes...

a veil of peace and perpetual love.

I kneeled each eve, bony body shivering,

my lips slatey-blue...and prayed.

I remember the lime-lanterned Gooseberry bush,

full-fruits morphed to mouldy looking pistachios

dropping to an icy grave.

I don’t remember Candy-cane dreams,

chocolate pennies or tiddlywinks.

Christmas dawned, yawned then disappeared...

My tears...

nowhere to fall.

I remember sprayed sparkles being sieved

through jet clouds then tinkled down

like jasmine water.

The lumps on next-door’s apple tree,

like a firebox in Autumn, scarlet heads.

I wished for any dinner plate...

chipped..better than none.

I remember those smoldering embers

smothered in slate-grey ash...

The flickering of that last blink

and whimpering in my slumber.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Faithful photographic image of an original oil painting 'Girl at the Window' by Antonia Rzhevskaya pre 1934.