Rachel Flint

Rookie - 5 Points (15/7/88 / Leeds)

Rachel Flint Poems

41. Jewellery Box 5/21/2008
Best Poem of Rachel Flint

Jewellery Box

In the jewellery box,
The locket he gave her
Lies tarnished.


Old photos gather dust
On the top of the wardrobe
Pushed right to the back.


She turns off the radio
Every time their song comes on;
She takes a different route to work
To avoid passing his house.


But sometimes…
She wears the locket,
Looks at the photo’s,
Plays the song,
Drives past his house
And dreams what might have been

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Memoir

I have fallen on a dinosaur’s back
I’ve brushed an eagle’s wings
I have glistened on a spider’s web
I’ve heard the nightingale when she sings

I was there at the flood
When the world was oh so new
I was there when the holy son died
Not daring to believe it’s true

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