Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #273 the architecture of memory

the architecture of a memory
her fingertip traces the blueprint
a family home, the rooms
the verandah 

the structure rises with her words
the maiden aunts
bachelor uncles
dogs running
the children gathering eggs, separating milk
spirits fill the room

who will call them
when she’s gone
where will they be?


  1. Reminds me of Antigone Kefala line, before whom will the drama be enacted - on the death of her parents.

  2. Reminds me that f my childhood, even the clouds.

  3. Great first line. Beautiful ending. Nostalgic, sad.


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