What We Were

Fay Slimm.


What We Were.
A bunch of dried heather

now faded,

long dead

yet still sits in a jar on the table

and my bed faces its spell.


Surely now I should  obey

time's message,

love changed

but no witchcraft discards 

or throws away,

used completeness 

 so what we were will remain.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2022 08:32
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41
  • User favorite of this poem: Saxon Crow.


  • dusk arising

    Just as it should remain. The touching sensitivity of this piece reaches out and though it can never hold for the reader that which it holds for the two, it holds the depth of the meaning of what love brings to our humble table. Life's treasure.

    A must for my favs.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your thoughtful opinion is always so welcome dear Dusk and warm thanks too for adding the piece to your list of favourites

    • Neville

      this is not only quite brill .. but it is spooky too dont'cha think ......... x

      • Fay Slimm.

        Yup - - - spooky methinks too - - but hey - nowt to say 'bout witchery-spells bein; bad for ya cos sometimes maybe they aint - -- - eh ? ................x

      • Bella Shepard

        Dried and faded, it still holds the essence of what was fresh and beautiful, forever young, like the love that never dies. Such a beautiful, touching poem, loved it.

        • Fay Slimm.

          So pleased you enjoyed the read Bella . and what a thoughtfully poetic comment on What We Were - - thank you loads my friend.

        • Goldfinch60

          Very true Fay, we may change but what we were will always be in our minds.


        • Saxon Crow

          I love this Fay. A beautifully written poem that hits the spot nicely.

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