Alone on a bench
memories of playground days
tattooed inside eyelids
I thought you’d forgotten
a walk through silent corridors
No, we talked incessantly
a bench
a shredded leaf
a leaking pen
There was so much more
a fickle friend
who ran off and left me
It was you who turned your back on me
alone on a bench
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
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I developed this from a previous poem, Playground Days, posted on 23rd September, using Helena Nelson’s ’32 ways of reviving a rejected poem’.
writing in north norfolk 
Memories tattooed inside the eyelids – Beautiful expression
A bench, a shredded leaf, a leaking pen. – Nostalgic
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