Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Red Brick - Magpie Tales 51

Inspired by this weeks Magpie Tales and the photo below.


Wet red brick retains the memory of my footsteps

for I have passed this way before and will again.

Ever observant, the grey sky watches me walk,

storing each moment for when I have passed

and the only traces left of me have seeped

into the porous surface and disappeared...



18 comments:

izzy said...

I like the imprint! vaporous or otherwise
thanks-

anthonynorth said...

Yes, if we've been, we've had an effect. Great words.

120 Socks said...

Sharp,instantly grabs your attention, great take on the prompt!

Old Ollie said...

Nice journey - great piece.

Tess Kincaid said...

I wondered of all the footsteps absorbed into these old bricks when I walked across them.

Kristen Haskell said...

What has passed shall pass again

Suko said...

Love it! Excellent Mag!

Rinkly Rimes said...

You created atmosphere! No easy task!

Reflections said...

I like the familiarity, the imprints of days past walking this way... Nice.

Tumblewords: said...

I like the feeling that one is remembered...

spacedlaw said...

Sucked in bits of us all roam in the brick work, residual ghosts.

christine said...

Almost as though you have walked the walk and left the memory. Nice poem.

Suz said...

Hi Susannah..liked what you were going for in this poem
the thoughts of a poet....everything is something
footsteps absorbed into other footsteps..I like that

Dave King said...

Beautifully economical, it works very well and suggests far more than it says.

Jingle said...

cute writing.

Willow said...

I happened by this photo today, my mind took off, but I stopped it for other needs, excellent response.

Lena said...

Sweetly succinct and absorbent. A nice little piece that stays with you.

injaynesworld said...

Lovely work.

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