Threads of Silence
Darkness,
An empty house,
I dream the past
into a deep sleep,
On awakening
My subconscious mind
Relive the sounds
of the family home.
Banging doors,
Toilet flushing,
Radio blaring,
Footsteps everywhere.
Voices shouting
Hurry up with the bathroom,
Did you see my keys,
Hurry, the school bus is here,
These once familiar sounds
Now replaced by
Threads of silence.
A streak of light
Breaks through a half closed blind
Another day begins.
Blocking the silence
With everlasting memories
I watch the clock ticking away the hours.
I listen to the sounds of nature.
The husky voice of a woodpigeon coo’s
Tirelessly from the remains of a
dislodged tree house,
The rumbling noise of a plane
fades away in the distance,
The Jackdaws fighting in the chimney pot,
The continuous barking of a neighbours dog.
No banging doors
No voices from the kitchen.
Alone with the sound of memories.
Seven o’clock news,
The sun is shining
Eliminating the silence,
Nora Fleming, 14th June, 2010
