In a carrier bag Chinese lanterns are creased and faded
long ignored
I am surprised by your moment of sentiment
you want to keep them
a child in your voice
remembers them hung crisp and bright
by a mother who tried to care
grown now you know
it wasn’t you who drained her smile
she carried your dead sister through sepia streets
and wore the memory like a stone
keep the lanterns safe
close the bag
don’t let them fade any more
and sometimes look with a small boy’s eyes
at who she tried to be
Author Bio:
Karen Ankers lives in Anglesey, North Wales, where she draws inspiration for her writing from the landscape and Wales’ mythical tradition. As well as writing poetry, she enjoys writing one act plays, in which she tries to give a voice to those usually ignored and unheard. Her plays have been performed in the UK, America and Australia, and she is currently working on a novel.
long ignored
I am surprised by your moment of sentiment
you want to keep them
a child in your voice
remembers them hung crisp and bright
by a mother who tried to care
grown now you know
it wasn’t you who drained her smile
she carried your dead sister through sepia streets
and wore the memory like a stone
keep the lanterns safe
close the bag
don’t let them fade any more
and sometimes look with a small boy’s eyes
at who she tried to be
Author Bio:
Karen Ankers lives in Anglesey, North Wales, where she draws inspiration for her writing from the landscape and Wales’ mythical tradition. As well as writing poetry, she enjoys writing one act plays, in which she tries to give a voice to those usually ignored and unheard. Her plays have been performed in the UK, America and Australia, and she is currently working on a novel.
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