Tag Archives: Memories

Not Welcome – A Quadrille

Not Welcome Old photographs familiar scents A forgotten song sending me to where you still hover on the perimeter of my life Popping in and out as if still welcome Memories were good until they weren’t Where is the pop-up blocker when you need it most? Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Not Welcome – A Quadrille”

Childhood Memories – A Haibun

Early memories that stick in our minds are significant.  They stay with us for a reason.  Perhaps for us to remember them fondly or maybe they are glimpses of what our future holds for us. I often have flashbacks from childhood of things I enjoyed doing and to this day I still do.  Growing up London I lovedContinue reading “Childhood Memories – A Haibun”

Unforgettable – Flash Fiction

Unforgettable In the warm morning air I walked along the beach. My footsteps the only ones visible after the previous night’s storm. Kicking through seaweed and the empty shells of horseshoe crabs I let my mind wander back to you. It was here we built our love on a foundation of sand, ignoring the risks.Continue reading “Unforgettable – Flash Fiction”

Happy as a Lark – Flash Fiction

Happy as a Lark Time of no consequence on this summer afternoon.  Reclining comfortably on the cool grass, my back against the shady oak.  Around me gossamer wings of dragonflies work overtime returning my incredulous stare. Birdsong fills the air as buttercups wave in the breeze.  My mind wanders wherever it wishes and I remember childhood family walksContinue reading “Happy as a Lark – Flash Fiction”

Time Stands Still – Rima Dissoluta

Time Stands Still Seventeen in nineteen sixty nine Hair blonde, straight and long all the way down to the waist Skirt tiny with a pleat Way above the knees Limbs stretched supple, lean and fine Pushing through the throng A girl on a mission makes haste Never missing a beat Excusez-moi if you please LeContinue reading “Time Stands Still – Rima Dissoluta”

True Love – A Cadralor

True Love Shivering, the young woman stepped outsidepulling on the toggle of her duffle coatshielding herself from the blistering windJust after five and darkness had already fallenas she headed west on the tree-lined avenueAn old man sat quietly in the corner of the caféStaring into his bottomless cup of coffeeIgnoring hunger pains, twiddling with theholeContinue reading “True Love – A Cadralor”