by Rose Mary Boehm
The
memory train
passes stations
that have long since closed for service.
Eyes in windows – hollow black sockets –
follow the dreamer.
Nameless things with wings
are leaving the eaves,
rising up high into mindspace,
settling softly on flotsam
ostensibly discarded eons ago
to lighten the journey.
Wondrous transformation:
sackcloth and ashes
become precious lace
with the help of magic markers.
passes stations
that have long since closed for service.
Eyes in windows – hollow black sockets –
follow the dreamer.
Nameless things with wings
are leaving the eaves,
rising up high into mindspace,
settling softly on flotsam
ostensibly discarded eons ago
to lighten the journey.
Wondrous transformation:
sackcloth and ashes
become precious lace
with the help of magic markers.
From:
first published in the poetry collection 'Tangents'
Copyright ©:
Rose Mary Boehm
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Peru. Two novels (COMING UP FOR AIR and THE TELLING) as well as a collection of her poems (TANGENTS) have been published in the UK. Many recent poems have been published - or are about to be published - in mainly US poetry reviews such as 'Toe Good', 'Burning Word', 'Other Rooms', 'Full of Crow', 'Poetry Quarterly', 'Verse Wisconsin', 'Punchnel's' and quite a few others.
Last updated September 09, 2015