RECOLLECTIONS.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Recollections.

 

Summers of larks bred sun-torn
yearly pleasure all round my colourful home 
and scented dialect of childhood
still sings recollections of well-trodden roaming.

 

In home's steep haven of meadows
sheaves leaned roasting amid searing hot fields
as hosts of moss roses fed nectar 
to playtime that still ghosts my wistful dreaming.

 

Autumn-red juiced my girlhood
and it etched its vermilion into each adventure 
yet where could young fervour
find innocent entrance again into real treasure?

Summers ago beautiful wealth
enriched and adorned my cherished memories.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2019 03:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Reviewing the picture woke my Muse - hope you enjoy the read.
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Comments6

  • dusk arising

    Beautiful. All those lovely things we took for granted as children are now rosey memories to be savoured whilst they still shine in the corner of our minds eye.
    Lovely pic too.

  • orchidee

    Eloquent recollections Fay.

  • Neville

    what recall, what a gift ...innocence & beauty personified, in word .... N

  • Michael Edwards

    Captures the innocence of childhood which also applies (in my case at least) to little lads as well. I used to love roaming in virgin countryside with my Dad who would point out the different wild flowers and birds - magical times.

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Thanks FAY : Love the picture : childhood soon disappears especially for GIRLS ! Love the Poem : Memories sure are made of this !
    Scented dialect of childhod
    Playtime that still ghosts my dreaming
    Autumn -red juices of childhood
    Summers ago beutiful wealth : cherished memories

    Thanks for caring : Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

  • Goldfinch60

    Those times of innocence where dreams are made.



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