Silt

dormant memories

silt lying shallow or deep

need to be stirred,

only then might lost treasures

appear from the mirk,

it’s a delicate task but

merely swishing a hand

isn’t enough,

both feet are needed

to carefully rake the dirt,

take care, the problem is

memories are shared,

never owned by one person

no-one’s property,

they have no title,

like vulnerable orphans

cannot be owned

just adopted,

old memories may not age

once beautiful they become

haggard with an ugly façade

weighed severely

by the scales of time,

beautiful memories shine

rare like fleeting silver fish

others reclusive hermits

to be left alone, that lash out

in anger at their awakening,

tread carefully if you venture

into the treacherous memory silt

all is not as it seems

Published by grahamrsherwood