Old Sunlight
Time, it did, for sure stand
still there ..
The mirrors well and truly
cracked,
with dead flowers laid upon
the empty
window sill there and tired
old sunlight
straining through torn net
curtains while a
single dust mote pirouettes
then dies there ..
The same old photographs
with yellow
and frayed edges, save long
forgotten
half false smiles and blushes ..
A champagne flute
with its broken stem there ..
Empty jam-jars,
drowned paint brushes each
sat in the grate,
where cold, long dead ashes
are celebrated ..
But do we really want to go
back there ..
It’s a very simple question
begging answers ..
While old sunlight plays on
the long stilled
mantle-clock there and then
it surely falters ..
Yes time, it does, for sure,
stand still there ..
Such moments locked away
tho not forgotten,
always grateful to old sunlight ..








Wow. I’m stunned. Brilliant work, my friend. On many levels.
Thanks a million brother T .. that’ll do far more than just nicely .. Cheers, Neville 😎👍
Powerfully penned, Neville. Love the layers and depth of this write my friend. Excellent work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cheers Damian .. Neville 😎👍