Old dreams...
Kettles and bedpans
bottles and jugs
dusty and musty
from long ago days...
Shovels and buckets
barrels and chairs
tables and cables
mix in the maze...
Dresses and trousers
sorted and sized
swinging and clinging
to long ago lust...
Teddies and dollies
in pushers and prams
jaded and faded
stare through the dust...
Mannequins beckon
missing their arms
headless and legless
from long ago flings...
Lockets and watches
bracelets and rings
golden and moulded
diamonds and bling...
Buckels and rifles
helmets and boots
tighten and frighten
from long ago rage...
Boxes of letters
sketches in books
crumpled and rumpled
and missing a page...
Albums lay open
with faces in smile
youthful and truthful
in long ago style...
All of the people
sort through old dreams
sifting and lifting
and holding a while...
Joy Weare,
1st September, 2011.
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