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.