Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Monday 26 June 2023
I remember the smell ...
I remember the smell
of rain on grass outside,
of the wood fire inside
and chestnuts cooking
in the glowing coals.
I remember Grandpa
teaching us word games
to play around the fire
on those cold evenings …
those cosy evenings.
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