Fusty Relics and Memories

by Agnes Clake

The invitation was loud and clear

If heaven’s your goal stop right here

A heavy door once bright and new

Calling clearly, I stepped right through


Within was dark and quiet as the doorbell tinkled its song

This place where broken dreams and memories belong

Awakening the senses with twitching nose the musky smell of age

And a gathering commune of wonder standing as on stage


Large tables packed with colour bursting forth

Each piece a treasure from the past behind a forgotten door

My eyes with hunger alight with love about to burst

This beacon of memory sits within me like a lingering thirst


In mind I see the sky of blue and a summer day long gone

Her eyes in smiling gaze under the hat of straw I bought

And sitting there a hat of glass those memories recalled

A fitting gift to show a love that will last as we grow old

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Writers Bio

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 53 years

I am a retired housewife and grandmother to Jacob and Jesse

Inspirational ImageOld glass by Pat Tompkinsby Pat Tompkins

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'One green bottle'
by Darren J Beaney

'The Easel on the Beach'
by Jose Recio

by Mark Miscovich

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