Monday, 3 November 2014

The Lost Scarf



For a long time I wore a scarf knitted from the perfume of the old country:

flooded lanes
blue flowers
and rainy clouds.

After twenty summers
I lost that too.

8 comments:

  1. Even within nostalgia, the poem is beautifully pinpoint present.

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    1. Thank you Red. Will catch up with you soon.

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    1. One I knitted out of a jumble of old memories. Thank you, William.

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    1. If only I could remember where I left it. Thanks Liz.

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  4. I'm still wearing mine, on and off.

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    1. This is good news. Keep warm, Nick and thank you for reading my poem.

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