A little background… In August 2006 I did a Humpty Dumpty and took a great fall. Luckily for me the patch up job was pretty neat and you can’t see the joins where they put me back together again.
The only visible sign of my concrete kissing adventure is a teeny little Harry Potterish scar . Mine is neatly tucked away in the unfortunate folds of my chinny chin chin, and unlike that of Mr HP mine did not come about from any heroic tussle with evil forces. It does glow red sometimes though…magical eh?
So… moving swiftly along from nursery rhyme eggs, through wizards and on to goldfish. Some years back I read an article about goldfish which explained that in order to prevent them from going quite mad swiming round and round in circles all day, every day, Goldfish were blessed with a five second memory span. At the time I thought this was vaguely interesting and slightly amusing… and rather inspirational since it became the prompt for a rare attempt at poemetry(sic)
Cold Gold…
Through watery windows
blurred and smeary
yesterdays forgotten
in an instant, instant.
No company; alone,
a lone swimmer,
in circles of frustration
If only I remembered
long enough to care…
I’m Gold,
don’t think me cold.
Through watery windows
blurred and smeary
Yesterdays forgotten…
Of course had I known at the time just how prophetic this would prove to be I may have thought twice about the flippant tone….but then again, I doubt it.
One thing that my injury has taught me is that if my memory loss means I am to be stuck in the moment, I may as well really make the most of it and enjoy every single one of them.
