Captured Memories


Remind me again where we used to lay,
wrapped in silk sheets
under the sun’s golden eyes –
when her yellowed, glowing complexion
made me a shadow
held against your form so bold –
and why she stopped to consider our affections,
under the palest glance
of the moon – I don’t think you know.

Remember me when the frosted stares of clouds
meander somewhere in pretence
of shielding the firmaments taught
with pain, whilst also feigning a pleasant
smile in the guise of rain – hovering
above our innocent heads. Remember
where we used to lay?

Rewind me tomorrow as history and let yesterday
be the mystery that has yet to play out –
projected onto the draped sheet
of a buttermilk sky – pinned at the corners
except for one. Someday,
reels in motion will replay our lost days
and sepia tinged clouds will relay
to us tomorrow and the present –
in streaming films of mist under
frosted stares of clouds…
where we used to lay –
then, maybe you will know.


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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