Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Last poem of the year (Remove filter)

FRONT ROOMS: AS ESSAY

 

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?

                                           Standard

English clipped tones and a mother not

unlike my own through china eyes of an owl

...

Read and leave comments (5)

Last poem of the year

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message