Monday 1 February 2010

re POEM 9

In the Conservatory

Fifty-two boxes goad,
“need unpacking” I mutter
to watching walls - this clutter
collected from five years
living in Birmingham:

books,
photographs,
mementos,
handbags,
shoes...

flashbacks of whirlwind
romances; cranky colleagues;
illness which lasted months - all
crammed away in storage boxes

brown stacked on brown,
reminding me of boxed
sub-world existences:

prisons
boarding schools
nursing homes
psych wards

like yolk within albumen

I am unable to begin to unpack
the memories,

for whatever reason I want
them to stay in the yellow.

Catherine Mark

2 comments:

Dina said...

This is a poem I can well understand. I have boxes too.

You are doing great with the poem a day challenge.

cheryl said...

There are memories best left unpacked, :)