The Moments Captured.

A bottle of water 

stands on the window ledge. 

Music by Wes Montgomery 

plays on the hifi 

in the room downstairs, 

the guitar cool and swift. 

I remember Rennie 

sitting beside me 

at the back of the classroom 

whispering about the girl 

at the front who 

had the best fruits. 

No birds 

on the back lawn. 

A skinny fox 

walks the grass 

for food and finding none 

walks away. 

I recall the first kiss 

and winter cold 

and her warmth. 

The guitar plays fast 

and a drummer alternates. 

The sky is a dull grey 

and the buddleia 

is in full bloom.  

I remember a summer day 

and she and I lying 

on the grass talking 

and the occasional kiss 

and butterflies 

fluttering past. 

She is gone now 

cancer claimed.  

A bird flies over the sky 

caught out of the corner 

of my aged eye.

Reviews

[Fishysua]

I’m sorry for your loss

I can begin to feel your connection here, but I think you can condense and clarify with some more personal imagery. I think you are seeking to put this in a framing device, that separation could also be clearer.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you.