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.


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Writers Bio

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




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