A Bottle Full of Memory

Encapsulated, contained and precious

in every drop.

The sights, the sounds, the warm breeze

on my skin and in my hair,

the smell of a summer’s day.

The flight and song of a chorus of birds,

whilst insects scurry and annoy,

the tastes of cool drinks,

and creamy ice cream with vibrant, delicious chocolatey coating.

The feel of hot plastic beneath my legs

and on my back, smooth but sticky,

and forever the sun burns down,

a pain on flesh but a delight to the sense.

At this moment, a summers day reality

I bask in all its glory,

all its comfort, all its familiarity,

knowing that

oh.....all too soon,

the memory will be just that....

and the bottle is broken

12th June 2014

Miraz, Spain

Just wanted to share this little piece - my very first!!! I had always thought that I couldn't write 'poems' but one day whilst on Camino I had quite a lot of time to kill, and nothing else to do other than use a pen and paper that was in front of me.....and hey presto!!  

In the grand scheme of things its probably rubbish, but I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and surprised myself!!

Quite a message here to ourselves, why not have a go sometimes at things we think we just can't do, you might be surprised!!

I have had a few lows and stresses since this summers day - and have found that getting out the pen and paper and just letting the words flow, has indeed helped me considerably to find a way to cope.