Blocked serendipitous curiosity stopped me in the tracks as I scrolled a page and saw the message of two years past, somewhat late, I am an infrequent visitor, the media passes me by, but caught me then, for an instant, in a past life’s shadow, its claw digging up where once a perfect storm surged unwelcome catching me in the ropes, binding, disfiguring equilibrium and making bad, yesterday’s fates caught a nerve coiling, a necessary reminder of how it had been, the sour fracturing happy cut with a click, blocked, deactivated, the twist dissolved, I am still tasting metal
Post script we play the next cadence and part as if it were I who had forgotten the time, looked elsewhere, not so, only the notes of circumstance, unbidden, unnegotiable against the sullen armies bantering our days
Jenny is a published writer of poetry and prose at present working on short fiction and prose poetry. Graduating from the Royal central School in London some years ago, she followed a career in the performing arts and has walked in many worlds. The juxtaposition of life in all its cadences continues to inspire her, especially so at this stranger than strange time.
Grand Little Things 