A Poem – Childhood memories
29 Jun, 2016 | What's happening in my writing life
Driveway of Memories
© Corinne Fenton
Dark furniture
old books
the smell of new wood –
old wood
music boxes
and cream lace.
Rain clouds
and willow trees
bending down
fingerprinting the ground
or dipping see-through leaves
into the blue.
Purple flowers
and winding paths,
patchworked green
waiting for tomorrow.
Church bells
ringing out
across the morning,
mud and skinned knees
running to get there
on time.
Rainbows of happiness
and smiles
looking in the mirror
or lying on a bed
of honeysuckle.
The smell of fireworks
on Guy Faukes night
standing at the bonfire
watching the flames
spit and dance
and feeling their warmth
on my face.
Autumn leaves
tumbling along
the footpaths,
daisy chains
crickets
white frost on the grass.
Hot scones on a Sunday afternoon
by a roaring fireplace –
old photos hanging
about the walls . . .
portraits of strangers
with porcelain faces
watching.
Holding on tight
to the swing
at the end of the row of poplars
which stood in line
each side
of the driveway of memories.