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Bagatelle No2
Fold slow sweet chestnut
Your arms entwined
Mirror moon
Pull back the drapes
Have known you long since,
Played conkers in your shade.
We leaned your trunk
Wrapped round our coats
Looked down the lane,
Felt safe . . . .
It was ten and dark
No one cared.
The moon did not shine
Too bright that night,
To make us blush.
Your arms entwined
Mirror moon
Pull back the drapes
Have known you long since,
Played conkers in your shade.
We leaned your trunk
Wrapped round our coats
Looked down the lane,
Felt safe . . . .
It was ten and dark
No one cared.
The moon did not shine
Too bright that night,
To make us blush.
Published 18th Nov 2015
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18th Nov 2015 8:45pm
19th Nov 2015 10:30am
19th Nov 2015 00:22am
The first piece I posted under 'Bagatelle' is a prose account of family life outlining the ephemera that is the base of life 'Bagatelle No 2 does the same, the childhood chestnut tree with its protecting canopy and sturdy trunk under which we played childish games then to the adult games under the moon a bagatelle of little consequence. The simple brick made from mud can support the finest architecture.Thank you Grace for reading
