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In the old attic of dreams forgotten & yesterday´s plans,
Of finding old books & lace that turns to dust in my hands,
Disintegrating memories of lives lived, now dead & gone,
Of childhood, dancers & thespians & of singer´s lost song,
Raiment patched by mother, Gran´s scarf with love knitted,
Old fancy-dress silks, Roman helmets, in games to be kitted,
Musty scents, smells of old perfumes, the dead fingered dust,
Sun tiptoeing in fearfully, showing bronze tarnished & old rust.
On the echoes of floorboards, the stamping of Alhambra´s Ole,
Now, castanets cruelly silenced & old feet, no longer at play,
I spy in the corner, boots of cracked leather & laces well frayed,
Soles, by day toiling hard land, at night they dancingly swayed,
Where are those far away feet, of those busy lives well lived?
Gone now to heaven & dust, passed, buried, truly well sieved,
Those old feet in old boots, now dancing all sins cleansed away,
Leaving in my attic, just the whispered echoing of cheered Ole’.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “The Last Dance”
Sue Lobo
Sue Lobo is the author of two books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. She has also participated in eight poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain.
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