Saturday, November 30, 2013

Reflections in the Mirror - No 11

Going Back

The reel jumped and flickered
Like a rickety bike on a
Corrugated track

The reel rolled back
Momentum in reverse
Childhood revisited as an adult

Rolling greens
Between grey stone buildings
Time traveller
I’m back in Ireland

Grandparents home
Narrow and deep
Double story for rickety knees
Stairs ascended backwards

The chiming clock
That struck the hours
The fob watch in his pocket
For the minutes

The smell of fresh peas
Bursting from their pods
The smell of Grandpa’s shaving soap
And soda bread

And she,
With her bright red hair
Greeting me
Where did she come from?

And I awoke
The reel moved forward
Into the day

Memories of yesterday

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