A new poem

It’s been an awfully long time since I used #MastoPrompt to write a new poem and to wing it, and to trust my instincts, and my talent. But today, I did.

Passed

The memory is pale now, sepia,
Almost colourless, most of the detail
Forgotten, and no amount of ferreting,
Not in old letters, not in photo albums,
Nor in what could be imagination,
Can bring it back. But I do remember
The touch, the scent, the majesty,
Of that moment.

R 26/09/2024 16:10