A Memory Moves Me On (Teenage Years)
Teenage years
everything begins
it never ends
Berries shout my name
at the fruit stall
I hear a voice
sing more than words,
see the cross of his cheekbones,
the shade of his hair.
I save his image
to a locked braincell,
open it on slow days.
I don’t feel young
but I know I began —
this isn’t the end
K. S. Moore’s poetry collection What frost does under a crescent moon is available from The Seventh Quarry Press. Poetry has featured in many journals, including The Stony Thursday Book and New Welsh Review. Work is forthcoming with Black Cat Poetry Press. @ksmoorepoet on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and YouTube.