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Tuesday 18 January 2011

Old Memories

A memory is like a scar
the nurse replied
as he reached the door

and paused for a moment clamping
his stick between
elbow and torso

trying not to consider which
came first, the scar
or the memory

because both had the habit of
showing themselves
with monotony,

like a jackdaw tapping at its
reflection in
the gable window.




John H Davies
18th January 2011


2 comments:

  1. Great pic Annie... where did you find this place.. looks like somewhere amongst wrecked farm buildings we'd like to play in as kids...

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  2. Annie here, its a deserted army camp near Prees Heath! Always on the look out for interesting places!

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