Indelible Echoes

This poem is about memories and how they can be triggered by chance experience. I revisited this video, recently and here is the result

Postcard from a Pigeon

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A harbour breeze,
a mountain spring,
rain, the scent of heather,
a hazel copse,
freshly cut turf,
crickets in the thatch,
laughing spuds,
sizzling mackerel
and periwinkles,
sand in your toes
and the salty brine
of seaweed,
a sunburst
of glorious colour
in my mind.

Indelible echoes
of a life
tread with memories
without footprints

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