Even If They Are Not Ours

is it the familiarity
of old things
not ours?

long since fashionable
trinkets and jewels
not ours

the imagined pleasure
of an old memory
not ours

that we find ourselves?
in old wooden halls
not ours?

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

• This is my response to the Blogging University course Writing: Intro to Poetry (Day 8 Pleasure)
• Daily Prompt: Deny and Fashionable
• I’m part of Post A Day 2017
• Location: Blackheath (Australia)