Revisiting A Childhood Memory

Written for:  Sunday Muse #137

That old cabin
of his childhood–
now an ashy frame
of forgotten time.
Without windows, he
could see clear through
to the back.  Trees
were twisted as if
they had given up. A
pale sun peeked through
the bowed branches.  Then,
he did a double-take.
Surely his eyes deceived
him.  In the middle 
of a branch, he spied
a big-eyed, brown
and white owl.  Life.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Revisiting A Childhood Memory

  1. qbit says:

    “Trees / were twisted as if / they had given up.” – Nice!

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    Abandoned places do seem to be forgotten time. This is lovely Sara!

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  3. Sherry Marr says:

    Wonderful.

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  4. Jim says:

    I like your owl, Sara. (Really, I like your whole piece.) Nature moves in when humans desert. Racoons took over Mom and Dads old farmhouse when they retired and moved to town.
    ..

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  5. Helen Dehner says:

    Life. The unexpected often best.

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