Some Times Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

Some Times

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Sometimes
Time is measured
In Christmas decorations
Minute baubles and second
Sets of lights. A treefull.
Hours in attics reaching the
Back wall where the good stuff is.
Silver Birds in black tissue paper
not to be used. They were Nana’s.
The Crib in the cardboard held by
Five years’ sticky tape.
The old figures with the three legged
Donkey and the chewed-up
Baby Jesus in the manger.
Meg, had left her mark.

This yearly task,
The Getting Down,
The Putting Up,
The Taking Down,
The Putting Away Again
Flimsy boxes, treasured memories.

Sometimes
At The Putting Away,
Thoughts come unbidden
Of the next Getting Down.


Martin Swords 15 January 2008

Written at Vale de Pinta Lagoa Portugal

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 07 November 2008

Another glowing picture Martin - and such a warming read. We feel we now know Nana's little birds, not to be used, and can see poetically, Meg's mark left on the crib..... clever use of memory can be absorbing, as this surely is. Thank you for sharing this Martin. A sure 10 +. from Fay.

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Joseph Poewhit 06 November 2008

Things get broken with time - though they are idols and images

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Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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