CRUSHED LEAVES
written by: Stanley Wilkin
@catalhuyuk
Crushed leaves in an old book
Squandered memories;
In the dark, an old woman speaks
Softly
Through cracking teeth
Of an ancient fast disappearing love
Looking for the light.
‘As my future is invisible
I live in the past,
Scrounging memories
From fading dreams.’
Her words gently rustled in the night.
Reconstructing the past,
A straddling child
Mimics her toothless sounds.
‘I remember sex
I remember caresses
I remember coition’.
The rambling hours end in a sigh
The quiet voice in a whisper.
Time is a walk away.
Her dried hand closes each page,
Her desiccated womb closes her life.
Stanley Wilkin is an academic and writer whose work can be seen on Google Scholar, Google Books, Academia.edu and Rearchgate.
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