Bordeaux Bay

Bordeaux Bay
Bordeaux Bay by Guernsey-based artist Tony Taylor

Tuesday, 26 July 2016


As the years pass and I and my peers grow older, we begin to experience memory loss.
First it's names, then faces start to go. Bumping into old acquaintances becomes mildly embarrassing when both parties know that they should recognise the other but are vague about the identity of the other party and certainly don't recall his or her name.
This isn't dementia of course, but simply part of the ageing process but it does worry me that it's a foretaste of the mental state to come, should I live long enough.


He scours the Lost and Found each day,
reads each insertion with due care
but only learns of missing cats
or this and that, found here and there: 
and, as days pass, to his dismay,  
all that turns up is gloves and hats. 

No sign, alas, of what he’s lost,
no mention, no encouragement
to lift his spirits.  Drink your tea,
the nurses tell him. Be content,
they will turn up soon, fingers crossed,
those missing marbles, wait and see.


  1. OOoo, not much hope for me then, by the way, who are you? I liked this Richard as I've terrible facil recognition, and often putting things down, and then they just dissappear.

  2. Richard Fleming29 July 2016 at 10:21

    I often wonder where all these lost things go, Julian. There must be a vast trove of spectacles and car keys hidden away somewhere waiting to be discovered.