Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 3: a “last time I was here” poem
Did my memory fail?
Has too much time passed
since I last hiked this trail?
This way or that, I have made my selection
based on an old, worn out guide.
I fear I have lost my sense of direction,
as well as a bit of my pride.
I can vaguely recall
the ghost of a spa
was beyond that stone wall.
There are few remains after so many years.
The mineral springs are all gone.
And so are the town folk who treated their fears
under umbrella trees on the lawn.
They live in the shadow
of flickering light
on land now fallow.
I look at the relics of what used to be
by searching the green forest floor
and find my way back from this lost memory
in footsteps of those gone before.
© Susan Schoeffield
Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/3/13 at 1:56 p.m.