Time and again these latter years
Unscripted revenants convene
Past places, faces, vault to here
Flash fictions from old memories
Unscripted revenants convene
roll call of names and bodies fresh
as when I left them there. Ageless
and airless in a time unsealed
Past places, faces, vault to here.
Those convent walls were broken down
to house a town, yet still I haunt
on holy ground with two small feet
Flash fictions from old memories
surely they've worn or died of age
like mortals must. My thoughts distort
and there I'll cling - never to mourn
For my MTB prompt Returning to Fours we are writing The Retourne of 4 unrhymed quatrains, 8 syllabic lines, and a tumbling refrain from the 1st Stanza. Translated it means’ to turn over, to return’ so a suitable poetry style for nostalgia
