Like a zephyr in the breeze,
a thread of a tune wafts
my way. What was it called,
and what was the name
my sister gave me, secretly?
Pansy, I vaguely remember.
Standing here, at the top
of a hill, as lichen-feathered
trunks of the plane trees
run black with summer rain,
strains of an upright piano
in Nan’s hallowed front-room
and those wonderful refrains,
“What’ll I do?” “Charmaine”,
“Moulin Rouge”. And the me
that I was, hasn’t gone...she’s
there yet. Picking scabs,
underneath the bedclothes –
still dead afraid of ‘goolies
and ghosties...and things
that go bump in the night’.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | November 20, 2011 - 14:48
Hi Tina,
and here is yet another thoughtful poem. I could
almost see you stood at the top of the hill,
reminising of days gone by.
I loved the lines:-
Standing here, at the top
of a hill, as lichen-feathered
trunks of the plane trees
run black with summer rain,
strains of an upright piano
in Nan's hallowed front-room
and those wonderful refrains,
This reminded me of me and my cousin
in South Wales, when we used to sing
around the piano. My how my Aunty loved
to sing.
Thankyou for sharing Tina and hope you are
having a good weekend.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | November 20, 2011 - 14:58
Thanks for your lovely comment, Jenny. I can just see you and your cousin gathered round that piano;-)
Pleased you enjoyed and many thanks for telling me.
Tina;-)
rjnewlyn | November 21, 2011 - 01:21
You do memory very well - this is just another example. I remember the ghost rhyme - weren't there 'long legged beasties' in it somewhere?
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2011 - 07:53
HI there, Rob;-) Yes, 'long-legged beasties' were there too.
Tina
fatboy74 | November 21, 2011 - 09:35
Rob's right Tina - I think you do memory wonderfully well - the simple pleasure of picking scabs, I remember it well. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2011 - 10:19
Thanks, fb;-) Tina
Cavalcaderl | November 24, 2011 - 09:20
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! Tina
Love THE Title.
And all fantastic memories,
of you around the piano.
My pop,used to play as well,
if on leave from the Navy days.
Done thing those days. And his violin. Poor
Rags the collie would howl? top not screeched!
Then off pop go along the pub!
Could play am accordian to. Oh! how gifted.
Go on the silver spoons. None of us six not gifted
like him we try scales and chop sticks, and bit of
"In the mood". Think when youn he had all lessons.
Played by ear? I believe drum set, when younger.
'Pancho his black ugly Mynah' bird. No not
a two legged one. He was 'Pancho "where's dad
along the pub" Cage wasn't big enough for him.
Someone put,on AbcTales who has over 90 cherries!
I reckon you could be tops! maybe for it, great writer. Ah! Memories. Rare African Dahlia ou here,
1st time bloomed in 20 years, paper states. Climate.
Two girl's eating ice-cream in December nearly in town mall.
Have a fine week-end.
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | November 24, 2011 - 19:09
Hi Julie, pleased you liked this one so much, plus its title;-)
Thank you for sharing your memories, and I bet you 'pop' was really great on the piano.
Tina xx