Black Magic by Sally James

I found myself in a chocolate box 

in the bottom drawer  

of my mother’s oak sideboard 

next to dad’s pit shirt. 

I had been hiding so long 

I didn’t even recognise myself 

but it was me alright 

younger, keener,  

my innocent snapped  

in black and white. 

I didn’t smell musty, had not faded  

no wrinkles creased my face 

there were no battle scars 

embedded in tears 

just a coal dusty grin 

pigtails and donkey fringe 

two front teeth missing 

and a smile lasting forever.