Haiku Poetry Senryu

The Window Sill

By Melinda J. Irvine
2 Comments on The Window Sill

on the window sill
bottles sitting in echos
memories — not dust

bottles in the window
Looking out of the dawn-cooled sunroom at Uncle’s house; it’s filled with his paintings and hand-set mosaics, as well as curios and artefacts he’s gathered over decades. These beautiful antique bottles, hold living memories, not dust.
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Published by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is an Australian writer, poet, and blogger living between the Philippines and Australia. Mel is adopted mum to Jerry, a Filipino boy she met in 2015 while volunteering after Typhoon Yolanda. All the money she earns as a freelance writer and author get her one step closer to legally adopting Jerry — plus helping the other kids from his village go to school.

2 comments

    1. I’ll tell him you said hello. It was awesome to spend some time together. 6 days until I go back, I don’t think I’ll come for 6 weeks again (unless Jerry is with me, it’s too long to be away from him).

      mxx

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