Tag: memory

Water lines

Poem of memories and how they are drawn upon

Japanese anemones

“I brought you these. Anemones. From the garden. Better last year“ blanched blank faced gone with the wind my sentences tap out coded conversation – then a flicker of recognition “Japanese” “Comes up like thunder Outer china..”* Kipling and plantswoman buried deep and accurate… Continue Reading “Japanese anemones”

Small talk

“I’m having a memory test with the doctor” she confided with a half-hearted chuckle as if to sidestep the applicability. We were making conversation in the waiting minutes before our appointed times. Knowing the routine I shared examples of tasks to expect . “Oh I can manage that – I’m an artist… Continue Reading “Small talk”