twenty years
since the days of maroon
jumpers tucked in
black shoes
golden time
and a thin blonde fringe
I look into the still
second circa 1998
faces of future
troublemakers
a lesbian
an ex of a friend
words non-existent
that would become
existent
like flowers
bursting
into the millennium
and long ago
split
marbles that roll
in different directions
same names
another age
century before
a time not sure
ever lived
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
twenty years
since the days of maroon
jumpers tucked in
black shoes
golden time
and a thin blonde fringe
I look into the still
second circa 1998
faces of future
troublemakers
a lesbian
an ex of a friend
words non-existent
that would become
existent
like flowers
bursting
into the millennium
and long ago
split
marbles that roll
in different directions
same names
another age
century before
a time not sure
ever lived
Written: January 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a photograph of my old Infant school reception class (aged about 4 or 5), taken most likely at some point in early 1998. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces have been put on private recently, leaving only more satisfying and university-related pieces.
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