Throwback Thursday #35 – Going, Going, Gone

Maggie is back this week with our prompt for Throwback Thursday.

This week’s prompt is: Things I Miss.

This week Maggie says : This week think about objects or places you miss having in your life. It could be a favorite toy, a photograph, a favorite hang-out, a favorite store or shop, a collectible, a favorite pair of jeans, or old movie ticket stubs. It can be anything your little heart desires. Write about one thing or write about a few. You’re running the show this week!

Throwback Thursday the Brain Child of Maggie and Lauren.

Now there are a lot of things I miss some are tangible and some are more feelings. Where shall I start. Maybe the things I took for granted but are now gone.

Mum and Dad, our old house in London…., Having meals cooked for me, my washing and ironing done oh! so many things I miss.

Let’s now go for the tangible.


I had a beautiful suede coat full length, huge collar and a belt. It really kept me warm in the winter….I don’t know when or where it went! I can’t find a photo of it but I also miss my smelly Afghan coat!


The first telephone we had in the family home it was green and so cool! They don’t make them any more. But I think you might be able to buy them.


Three outside our house that would blossom white on the left and pink on the white. Infact I also miss the gate it was wooden , painted green and someone was always shouting “shut the gate” to keep the dog in! My next sister my cousin and I the gate and the tree( sister sitting on the gate the tree just in view but not in blossom)

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After I broke my back the second time I relearned to walk listening to Imogen Heap on my head phones. I emailed her and told her who much she had helped me. She took the time to email me back she was so supportive and sadly I lost that email.. I honestly really regret that! My fault. There other things but I can’t think of them now.

Here is song by Imogen Heap about missing childhood. The last train home.

August Stanza 5,Gone.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Todays poem is a Senryu


Gone the lost hopes of past years

Hope is beckoning

Reborn from the ash of fears.



Locked , rooted to the spot

I was entrapped cold yet blood hot.

Roots  from the soil wound up my thighs

My birds escaped me and took off to the skies.

The words flew about the pages

As important as the words of sages.

I could not  move I was lost

They told me open the pages at your cost.

Curiosity I could not contain

I was captivated I felt no pain.

All at once I was lifted  into the sky

Up into the grey where my  birds did fly

Wind in my hair  no fear I was no more I could not die.

Then down , down in to the tomb

Lost forever , seen no more gone,no home.

Lost forever



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