Scent of a Memory
No warning, in the house a silence fell,
pitch darkness, and the minutes slowly passed,
how long this cut would last no-one could tell.
Match sparked, the flame flickered, a spell was cast
the amber light was filled with visions past.
The smell of warm wax peeled away the years
to Reigate school, Miss Leggett's class, midday,
the noonday sun blazed bright and playtime neared
so time to put our drawing things away,
school milk gulped down, and rushing off to play.
Warm crayons in a box on windowsill,
the sides speckled with marks when taken out,
a pleasing smell that lingers with me still
token of what my childhood was about.
Power back, candle and memory blown out.
19th February 2018
For contest 'The scent of baking bread...', sponsor Sara Kendrick
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