I am sorting and packing
getting ready to shift the bookcase
and lift the carpet
vacuuming old dust and cobwebs
from the edge of every book
before I put them away in boxes,
and finding that each one
triggers memories
that I haven’t thought of until now.
I wonder
when these books are hidden from sight
will I lose the memories?
I want a better bookcase
with glass doors
so I can see into the past.
© Claire Griffin 2016
invisible necessity 
I recently wrote a poem about unpacking books that I’ve been waiting to post. Different life stages.
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I look forward to reading it 🙂
I’m spending a week writing one short piece every day that’s been prompted by a very simple domestic event – it’s becoming a very rewarding exercise 😉
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That’s great! it’s always interesting to explore things in different ways, different media, different times… it’s always surprising to see what pops up.
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Beautiful! Your imagery is exquisite and your blog so beautifully designed and laid out… paradise in here…
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what wonderful compliments !!
thanks for spending some time here and glad to know you enjoyed my work ☺️
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