Nostalgia

Poems: Life, Short Stories and Poetry 1 Minute

A single misuse of a word, brings back memories
Of family prayer time, end with the Magnificat
It’s strange how a chance word can reveal Time’s many estuaries
It’s strange how I can relive my childhood, at the drop of a hat
Nostalgia, like all things, can be both bitter and sweet
My grandmother chanting Mary’s Canticle a treat

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Published by whenmarsmetsaturn

I was born during the Great War between Mars and Saturn. When I was a wee laddie, I had to go wee-wee and landed on the planet Earth. I ate some ice cream that the muses had recommended. The vanilla affected my sense of direction and I haven't been able to find my way to my spaceship ever since. I was stranded on a planet where I didn't belong. To get revenge, I decided to write travesties of literature in order to annoy the muses.

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