SENSES AND RECOLLECTIONS

Michael Edwards

 

 

SENSES AND RECOLLECTIONS 

 

That autumn day she sat and thought,

engaged not in society,

unseen behind the privet arch

where only soiled footwear treads.

Her company the damp leaf smell

and that of sawdust freshly cut.

 

Revealed not by line of sight

no sound of footsteps reached her ears,

she combed her hair a hundred times

and smoothed her flowing cotton dress,

as she recalled a man she saw.

a man without a name.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2017 02:28
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Michael.

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    Wow...!excellent!!

  • Goldfinch60

    Super write, the thoughts of what might have been.



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