Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Flashbacks By Jonathan Butcher


This mirror of time, which casts
unfair reflections. sees your face now 
aged but without the shadows
of toil, refusing to glance forward.
A slight flash of memory, 
like misplaced lightning suddenly 
reminds me of why this would be
the case.

Then in the same breath, this pub
reveals yet further flashbacks;
a conversation picked up two
decades later, your stance
at the bar still with false pretension,
but now without the same flair 
we remember; any grace left behind years ago. 

The drinks thankfully mask 
this irritating nostalgia, 
like trinkets once linked to pleasure 
discarded in city alleyways, now 
just an empty shell of what they once 
offered. I slowly sink back into the here
and now, reminding myself of the benefit
of hindsight. 


 



Jonathan Butcher has had poems appear in various print and online publications including, The Morning Star, Mad Swirl, Drunk Monkeys, The Abyss, Cajun Mutt Press and others. His fourth chapbook, 'Turpentine' was published by Alien Buddha Press.
He is also the editor of online poetry journal Fixator Press. 


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