Poetry

Summers’ End

By 25th May 2020 No Comments

Slipped dress off plastic hanger
felt it’s crisp cotton lightness
fingertip touch of
buttercups and daises

a sash of lilac
stroked her
sun-kissed skin.

Breathed in a new memory
of meadow-sweet and
cup-cakes and small
bare feet, running
through warm grass.

Folds of gathered cotton,
twirling, swirling, as he
swung her round and
around, in his strong
tanned arms.

Crystal laughter, tinkling, on
a whispered breeze.

She folded and placed
the dresses as gently
as precious sapphires
(blue as her daughters eyes)
into the charity bag

sealing a brief life
with a twist and
a knot.

Jan Hedger

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