Poetry Blogs (2011, Last poem of the year)
This is where she keeps her objet d’art
glass cabinet at the back of her head
nowhere to display them
I’m a front room, Christmas, 50’s. 60’s
maybe into the 70’s and I ask
what was the front room for?
English clipped tones and a mother not
unlike my own through china eyes of an owl...
Friday 23rd December 2011 2:44 pm