Flash of Memory

You hunch over all gangly, tongue-twisting blush,


thick glasses peering at your computer, the visual rush,


while I bask in the warmth of drawn curtains, crumpets for tea.


Distant buzz of communal payphones. You never quite ignore me.


‘Mmmm, speeeed…’ you mutter


and the honey-drenched murmur seeps through my body like butter.

Buttered crumpet
Buttered crumpet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is my offering for the Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Do join us there for some fun and huge diversity of voices!

20 thoughts on “Flash of Memory”

  1. I am not sure I have ever had a crumpet. (smiles) Interesting how sometime people can be in the same space and doing different things. Hopefully the one will join the other for crumpets!!

  2. Connecting here via modem or memory, the moment is intimate and plush, redolent as your snack. You have a nice ripe inner ear for the language — reminds me a bit of Seamus Heaney. – Brendan

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