I’ve been Digging

Using the Irish Bog-oak pen given to me on Mother’s day and a day gardening – this was the result  –

Digging

Yesterday was spent digging turf.

Grass making way for raised beds;

my spade marked the squares to be lifted.

 

As I dug, I thought of folk

digging peat, digging the past

revealed in ancient blackened layers.

 

Today I dig down into memories

lifted from shoe boxes  – photographs

that cast my mind back over years.

 

Now I dig deep with a pen as I

scribble, draft, redraft to recapture

scenes, emotions that emerge.

 

I dig again for words to reveal those

times that have been hidden away.

Hidden in a size eleven shoe box.