the cabinet of youth

on Sunday, October 17, 2010


























i don’t feel as though i laugh so much anymore.

have i lost my spark? i implored,
has it scuttled inside the glass cabinet of youth
where relics, faded photographs and
other when-i-was-your-age paraphernalia are stored?

i telephoned the locksmith
and he informed me that
the only way to unlock a glass cabinet of that sort
is to take off one’s shoes and socks,
run into the backyard, on a rainy day
and roll most wildly in the mud –

the key is in there somewhere
if you feel about for long enough.

(Image by wallposterstar.)

One comment

I think this may be my favourite poem so far Chloe, absolutely gorgeous

by laurajeanhawkins on October 19, 2010 at 12:15 AM . #

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