Jul 2018
The trinket gurgled
heading to the stream
that babbled
I dabbled a toe or two
in as young boys do
summer flew,
outspread wings and
the north brings winter
I always knew it would end
this way with
ice on the window panes
indoor parlour games
and Gran on the accordion.
heading to the stream
that babbled
I dabbled a toe or two
in as young boys do
summer flew,
outspread wings and
the north brings winter
I always knew it would end
this way with
ice on the window panes
indoor parlour games
and Gran on the accordion.
Trinket may be an Irish word for a very small stream, I heard it first over thirty years ago in County Cavan, Southern Ireland and even then it struck me as a beautiful word to use. an afterthought, I could google Wikipedia to find out, but I remember, 'if you look to closely at the magic it disappears'
(67/Here and now)
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