Cabinet
I remember
the ol’ factory odour,
The smell
of sulphur flaying the air.
My past
constructed more by the present.
My
sentimentality smoothing my memories,
Removing
burrs until decorative-
Enough to
display.
Polishing
them as I bring them out
Of the
cabinet of my conscious
Passing
them around to let others see
The things
that made me what I am.
Anthony Ward
tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has
managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including Enhance, Drunk Monkeys, Speech Therapy, Thousand Shades of Grey, Turbulence,
Incandescent, Torrid Literature Journal and The Rusty Nail, amongst
others.
