Memories In A Snapshot
by Agnes Clarke
Like birds on a twisted clothes line
The barbed wire seems to hold a flight
Sitting as if in splendour against the sky
Brilliant with colour bright
A snapshot held in time quiet reflection caught
But closer behind those barbs a family lived and fought
Now wire encloses solitude and remains of the past
While ivy climbs with abandon over dirty window glass
Still sitting it seems with pride those steps up to the door
Awaiting the masters tread over polished floors, no more
Chimneys high now hold the nests of storks their breed to feed
Where once the fire when lit, only the smoke would bleed
Clinging precariously to the wire a warning to all beware
Trespassers will be prosecuted the rusty sign declares
Barbed wire may be the guardian of this place with no gate
But no-one will deign to enter this acre of horror and hate
Memories of the killings a family at war within
Caught up in sibling rivalry with money, jealousy and sin.
I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob
I have been writing poetry for quite a few years
I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures
I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married for 49 years
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Prison Ghost Tours, Inc.'
'The Soldier '
'A feeling between us'