When danger seeps
some gentle press of melancholy
a tremulous catch upon the throat
or the heavy weight of torpor,
make haste to your safe space
put on a heavy coat of books
hide beneath a rich curtain of music
be guarded by old family photographs
precious mementos will warm you
summon strength from old diaries
and epic poems,
reminisce with fishing rods
old walking poles and compasses
broken toys you meant to fix
posters from your salad days,
danger has no currency there.
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© Graham Sherwood 03/2020
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