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May 15

I heard the silence
creep into the room

hush even the candle
so that it stuttered out

until the room
was a solid block of silence

even my mind
was silent

every thought
frozen  in place.

My voice now
a ghost.

Then the snow entered
through an open door

stood upon the weathered
Welcome mat

before tentatively
tip-toeing across the floor

it sat upon a chair
mimicking being human.

I let it find
its way

laughed as it laid
the table

with a cloth
of quiet white

the ruined cottage
greeting the snow as guest

hardly recognising
this human intruder

amazed at so much
left still in place

memories swept
into a corner

trapped in stone.

I relight the left over

place it in what
used to be a window.

The long dead
gathered around

its flame
the past flickering

into being.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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