Reciting Stories

sitting on the leatherette
bench
i rememeber
those walled gardens
while my mother remimisced
confused about the year
but not about the important stuff
” never mind mum ”
she would continue
reciting stories
some i heard before
in various versions
depending on her mood
but at times
i would daydream
yet listening
travelling in my mind to
those exotic places
i visited as a child
my mother’s tales of make belief
always clear but brief
in my mind’s eye
i gaze upon a collage of images
suddenly!
she looks….

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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