Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
I am a hoarder of things, keeper of keepsake,
A trinket, a giftbox, a smattering of lace.
Put together in a perfect disarray.
Is it everything that I need to bring me joy?
I am a collector of stuff I know not to use,
I like that only I have the power to peruse.
A dreamed Iliad, an imagined Odyssey.
Like a thirsty ruler with a fetish for Troy
‘What does it mean to me?’ they ask.
Brows arched and a touch of concern,
‘They’re like wrinkles & fine lines on my soul,’ I say
An irreplaceable part of me which I can’t ever destroy.
Fingers in symphony 