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Fickle Memories

11.12.23

By Katrina ThornleyPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

There were fragments

Scattered in her mind

Charms if stumbled upon

Awakened a memory

A moment from long ago

That had been left

Unbothered

By passing days-

A picture perfect vision

Awakened by luscious scents

And the feeling of dirt

Against bare toes,

The vision of sun burning

Off of a clear pond,

Awaiting its next disturbance,

A pebble to drop

And ruin the reflection,

Creating something new

From a pool once ignored-

Recollecting the calm

That had existed before new steps

Sounded with a new beat

A dance desired to be danced

Before the clock’s tick changed

And the pond was lost

For the concrete path

And the wide open view

From a glass window-

Placed sparingly

Against a white wall

That she hopes

Will tumble down-

Revealing the charms

She wishes to gather again

In later days.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

Also, be sure to give her a follow on Instagram (@seekatwrite).

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About the Creator

Katrina Thornley

Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.

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    Written by Katrina Thornley