Gather me a brimming basket
collect the dew on spider’s web
hoard the hoarfrost,
amass and store
a scent of birdsong,
spice of spring,
my childhood tadpoles and
the sound in seashells.
Garner me my memories and
let them loose
inside this empty room.
For Lilian hosting Quadrille at dVerse. The word is gather
A cornucopia of memories……..I especially like the scent of birdsong and childhood tadpoles. 🙂 Love your response to the prompt!
Excellent alliterative play!
You’ve got all the seasons in one basket, Bjorn! I love that you have used so many different synonyms for gather and the rich image of all the memories set loose in an empty room.
What a delightful contrast you effectively portray between the whole poem and the last line. It’s sad, in a way, how the narrator considers himself empty now without the memories of his past, but also joyous to know that he has them, that they are not lost.
I like the idea of letting memories loose in a room.
Excellent gathering. If only we could gather these things and keep them in our cupboards and when we open the doors see them exactly as they were. What joy. I have a seashell from Florida and I can still hear the sea in it.
What a lovely armful of memories – all the important things!
Perfection..
Lovely treasures from the basket of one who knows what really matters.
I love your first line – it’s wonderfully invitational!
“Gather me a brimming basket”
I think I will be gathering some memories tonight. This is moving.
I love the basket collection specially the spice of spring and the sound in seashells ~
I love the first line.
How fitting, the title, as your lines craft its varied contents. Love especially your closing:
“Garner me my memories and
let them loose
inside this empty room.”
kaykuala
Garner me my memories and
let them loose
inside this empty room.
How wonderful to be able to reminisce on the good moments of the past.
Hank
Cool. It was kind of upbeat, good gatherings then wham empty room in need of those garnered memories. Poignant.
Enticing basket of memories, blessings of abundance found in simple things. Quite beautiful
The last lines about letting your memories loose into an empty room- that was nice. This poem reminded me of the overwhelming feeling that I sometimes get when looking at an old photo album.
Björn, I see the last lines differently than some. The empty room is, in my reading, neither a room nor a happy, sentimental place. A lonely, empty heart seeking healing. The poet’s voice spoke to me in a different timber. But even heart hurt and heart longing makes for beautiful poetry.
What a neat paradigm shift on the cornucopia! I love it.
Dwight
Beautiful thoughts!
A refreshing collection of all things..spring!
Love the last lines. We’d all love for good memories to warm the path of a new beginning.
Beautiful writing, Bjorn!
a collection of memories beautifully penned, super cool idea to let them loose in an empty room, where they can run havoc, love the use of the words all synonyms with gather,
Oh, I can see that empty room…
I love the way you garner these memories, especially ‘a scent of birdsong, spice of spring, my childhood tadpoles and the sound in seashells’.
Terrific piece – like others, the collecting of childhood memories are fine images that take me back – Liked the last melancholy line – what is it that memories do, other than fill this empty present, this room, this life?
A joyful blast on the horn of plenty!
A lovely gathering of goodies.
This makes me think of aging and of how much more precious our memories become with each passing year. So lovely, and yet there’s something so haunting and, as Peter says, melancholic about that empty room at the end.
I like the idea of gathering a collection of memories–sight, scent, sound–into a basket to let them loose whenever you need them.