It’s not the thorny scent
of blooming sloe in spring,
not its delicate lace hiding the sharp barbs
not the warmth of sun
while walking barefoot late in May
but the dark decay and mildew
reeking from the dusty corners
of my childhood room,
I did my homework
while warming my hands on the desk-lamp,
that follows in my wake,
as I sort through the pack-rat memories
mother left for me.
Today Sarah wants us to use our senses to describe a story or a character at dVerse. This I think quite closely describe my childhood and the process of cleaning out our family home that still lies before me.
October 29, 2019