Magpie Tales: Summer Dreaming

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Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse

SUMMER DREAMING

A fan of creased leaves, the murmur of water, fragrance
of flowers above my head and arms.
Sweet grass my bed, the warm sun my cover.

What strange fantasies wander through my mind
on these summer days free from distraction,
from the question of other eyes.

But I long for a long book, and the soft fur of a cat
on my arm as I drink in the pure air
of what could be a perfect poised day.

© Gerry at Strummed Words

Magpie Tales: Time on a Reel

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TIME ON A REEL

TEACh me how to use this infernal machine.
I know it's old fashioned and from my grandmother's time
But it has her voice and her songs and my childhood
imprinted on its aged plastic tape,
my young years with my grandma magnetized
and put on a reel. So that I might hear her once again
and my own plaintive voice singing along.

How precious is time, present and past.
We hold it in memory and look to it for our future,
It is the key to ourselves.

But this infernal machine has stumped my time, in this present.

© Gerry at Strummed Words