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A Cameo of Years Past

A Cameo of Years Past

 

A clotheshorse about the fireplace

A pipe rack with father´s meerschaums on the hearth

A napoleon clock ticked the hours away

flanked by two brass candlesticks

The odour of damp clothes drying in a fiery light

Wellington boots by the kitchen door

The pantry long before the refrigerators arrived

with large earthenware jars full of pickled onions

A worn lampshade with ragged tassles

creating oddly ghost like shadows about the room

A table set for tea

A plate of buttered bread

A jar of strawberry jam and crockery 

which did not match

Wall paper in need of being replaced

My brother sat on a rug with his toy soldiers

A miniature fort with keep, drawbridge and moat

Two gaberdine coats hanging from the door

A room in a time for us all

No photographs exist of this normality

only a vivid picture forever impressed in my mind

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keith jeffries

Fri 4th May 2018 22:27

Ray,
Thank you indeed for this kind comment. I have a great sense of nostalgia and an abiding love for the earlier part of my life. I am also blessed with an excellent memory which is a tremendous resource for recalling the past.
Keith

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raypool

Fri 4th May 2018 21:36

What I like about your work Keith is your fondness for the subject matter in pretty much every case. This brings authenticity and a sense of normality refreshing in many ways. This typifies that and a sense of nostalgia seeps out of every pore.

Ray

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keith jeffries

Thu 3rd May 2018 23:23

Kevin & Colin,
thank you for your comments. As always they are much appreciated.
Keith

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Thu 3rd May 2018 21:20

I feel like I'm standing behind a rope looking in to one of those reconstructed buildings in an open-air museum - very vivid. Good one Keith.

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keith jeffries

Thu 3rd May 2018 21:11

Ray,
thank you for your constructive crticism which I find very useful. I struggled with the title.
Keith

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