Catching up with NaPoWriMo once again! Today’s prompt:
write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.
Strung together, a weakness,
Hanging on the walls like desperate
Fairy Lights trying to keep the illusion alive
I preserved in little cardboard shoeboxes
The dying freshness of our days young
But little spaces, though intimate
And filled with stories to share,
Leave very little scope for growth
And with that, I burned them all,
Watched turning into embers
The silent shards of all the songs we sung.