Friday, 12 August 2011

vignette

I see the rings
casually abandoned
on the mantlepiece
(memories trapped
like flies in amber)
and I am glad because
they are not mine,
they are hers.
Posted by alice c at 00:01

8 comments:

  1. katheAugust 12, 2011

    The poignant love. I so get it, as I sing to myself so often, "Will she leave not a trace left behind?"

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  2. MrMAugust 12, 2011

    amber rambler ...

    WV: paree

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  3. PaolaAugust 12, 2011

    She's gone again.

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  4. rachelAugust 12, 2011

    So much more romantic than the socks the Lovely Son invariably leaves behind....

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  5. AnonymousAugust 12, 2011

    They look remarkably like several of my rings.

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  6. trashAugust 12, 2011

    I have experienced similar emotions this week stimulated by far more prosaic vignettes.

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  7. QuinnAugust 13, 2011

    Better there than behind the cushions of the New Sofa!

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  8. JanineAugust 13, 2011

    Simply divine.

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