Memories, Turned Into Stories, Never Die

i travelled from afar to look once again atdoor-to-heaven1

a magical place from my childhood,

the birthplace,

of stories and dreams,

where imagination and creativity

took flight, never weighed down by commonsense.


my tiny kingdom had been destroyed by progress.

i stood  on hot concrete,

staring incredulously at a large edifice of

glass like steel and steel like glass.

searching my memories,

i did not see this

man-made monstrosity.

rather, reflected in the mirror like steel,

i see a cluster of wild apple trees,

stunted and gnarled.

through the eyes of a child

these wild trees were a magical orchard,

created just for me.1l Gerard Terborch (Dutch Baroque Era Painter, 1617-1681)  Woman Writing a Letter 1655

i sat in the tall grass,

shaded by succulent fruit,

listening to a symphony of insects and birds,

watching stories unfold in the clouds.

it was a Garden of Eden.

for a creative child,

the perfect backdrop

for imaginary tales,

tales which progress

will never destroy.

stories outlast cities.


part of our shared, collective consciousness,

living where neither rust nor mold can destroy them.

stories live on in us.

5 thoughts on “Memories, Turned Into Stories, Never Die

  1. Thank you for sharing your inspirational writing with us at Friendship Friday, Melanie!
    Congratulations – you are our Friend of the Week at Friendship Friday Week #133 at Create With Joy! 🙂

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