The Old Town – Memory Part Twou

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What secrets lay beneath
The bright shining health
Of the old town?
The streets like arteries
Reaching to the township heart
A creature separate, apart
Drawing all its children in and down
The old town

Why do I shudder now
To see those wide, quiet streets
Of the old town?
The people mingle, come and go
And so the lifeblood flows
Now separate from me
Iā€™m no longer there
I am apart
Not just another child never found
In the old town

So brief that time spent
And I so young
In the old town
These trickster memories
Invade my mind as parasites
I near recall, I almost might
But it’s Sirens that call me so I drown
In the old town

(c ) Helen Valentina 2019

 

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to The Old Town – Memory Part Twou

  1. Not good memories, Helen. Great poem though.

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