Down Memory Lane
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1 min readFeb 7, 2018
Every time the violin keens,
sepiaed, sepulchral moans,
torn in quick twists of my heart
show visions of
the dark narrow lanes
of childhood and loss and lack
that I thought I left behind…
This is a response to the Imagà Imaginings prompt by Dermott Hayes. Thank you Dermott for the inspiration and for the story. Loved both!