spiderwebs, lacy memories
For Poppy's Prompt Thingo 3
spiderwebs, lacy
memories
reminders of who
has been
like knickers
in the basket
spiderwebs, glistening
hail
tell the tale
they tell
like coffee stains
on tabletops
the scent of vanilla,
waxy residue
candlewick
burn out
emotional
black out
*
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Author's Notes: This is a piece for Poppy's Prompts thingo number 3. The words she chose this time around made me think of things that are left behind after people or things go.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
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Comments (6)
I love this. So impactful. 'like coffee stains on tabletops the scent of vanilla, waxy residue candlewick burn out emotional black out I just love that part. Also, those words being things people leave behind is such a sad but cool way of looking at it! That makes me wanna write a poem for it now!
I read the author’s note and it clicked- great idea. I like how they’re all small and simple things, but signs or remains of something that’s already been. “like coffee stains on tabletops”. Nicely done Paul!
And the tales they do tell, both real & imagined.
Tell the tale they tell like coffee stains. I really loved that! A veryyyyy Paulitical poem! 🍩🥐
This is a gossamer delight, Paul. It improves and gathers deeper meaning with repetitive reads. Although unstated, I see the thin trail of smoke rising from the snuffed wick at the poem's conclusion. The fragility of both memory and emotion lovingly evoked. Really fine work!
Nicely done, chum.