I really like this Christina. I felt like this when I was in the process of
sorting my dad's house and also Trevor's belongings. You have captured this
feeling really well without being overtly sentimental and it rings so true.
I have nothing to crit. It is good, best wishes and season's greetings Sally
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Ghosts (first draft)
>Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 12:28:15 +0000
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>I don't know whether there are any ghosts out there but if there are, I'd
>appreciate any help or comments with this, particularly if it seems full of
>cliches.
>bw
>christina
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>Ghosts
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>Perhaps I should keep this place
>as it was, exactly as it is, but things keep breaking
>and I can't afford to stay
>or bear to leave or sell things
>
>I often hated: her chipped black boy,
>the little lady with the rosebud, her carved bear
>and Don Quixote.
>
> I’d need ten skips
>to contain the memories in this plethora of dust ---
>fifty diaries doubled, each entry
>a day remembered or clue to something missed.
>
>Old objects whisper, 'Don't drop me,
>be careful: you can't replace me.' They weigh heavy,
>too much to carry:
>
> their mass snaps hearts.
>'Keep us: you might unravel
>his vests and save the string for binding or reweave
>her wool in singing colours.'
>
>One day moths will hatch in the oily fabric
>of musty chairs. The air will fill with silver;
>old bulbs will spear their way to light.
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>christina fletcher
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