73
Colwyn Road
O
nce
upon a time in Colwyn Road, the walls echoed sounds full of life and soul. The grandest house on the street, number 73. A view of treetops and chimneys line the horizon, against a sky blue backdrop with painted clouds. The sun peaks through and stays all day. Streaming through windows it awakes the dust, glistening
and
floating,
peacefully unstirred. Patterns of the past now lay dormant in rooms, the vivid colours fading, the cobwebs emerging. Nested into clothes a whole world of moths, living in wardrobes and guarding the hoarded. A composite of memories and reflections, are held. With beautiful dresses that need darning with care. A lifetime of love has a hold of that house, entwining like ribbons it plates my soul. The past is our heritage and times have changed, but the stories remain, unable to let go. In a household of treasures and moth eaten memories, infested with history and stained by life. Colwyn Road has been born! With exciting desires to reuse the existing and recover the beauty. Combining old with new, to create something original and full of heart that cannot forget its past identity.
Chapter 73 Lost, then found.
I
bent right down fumbling around, pulling out sheets of fabrics, shoes and clothes, that had been there a life time. One dress my favourite dress. My fingers, instantly recognising the rough wool, gripped tight. As I pulled it up through the layers of dusty packed clothes, Scarves and knickers flew out of the case, fresh air at last, sunlight again. Colourful patterns flying through the air.
I quite like to
would
crawl
between those pages and burry myself in the spine.
Slide
my
hands
up
into
the
open
air, reaching out for somebody to U
n
r
a
v
read me. e
l m y t h o u g h t s,
hang them out to air, it’s been
awfully cramped in there.
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aves.
moth eaten memories.
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Drawn to the
light, it warms m soul
y
They’re
eating
through to
my
brain
patterns of the past lay
dormant in pockets
let me
count my buttons, they
don’t make sense
infested with history
and there it is. that familiar hazy glow, holding me together.
Hang them
out to air, its been awfully cramped in
there
Words memories, thoughts,
it doesn’t matter. it all feels
the same. fade back to the
past
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pockets, sleeves
and their secrets
And not even the stars could hear her cries
Hidden stories inside clothes, pockets that hold
your
hand.
Wipe your
heart on me
If this sleave could talk, the secrets it would whisper, the heart ache it would spill.
Chapter 73 Stitched into my heart the memory of a lost feeling
i can feel my dreams from here
Chapter 73 like a
bird nestled in her nest.
i sigh. if
only i could fly
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You
remember
E n - slaved to the rhythm of my own beating heart. beating
fa
st er
an d
fa m er st y mind wa
s alive an no as diw
tg
oi ng
t o op st
no w
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but i can’t remember your address
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s
e
those
h t s . n g e those r i e s
Patterns of the past, lay dormant
in rooms