Happy Easter all!
Here's some more poems from the poem a day challenge!
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Day 7: Dust
Two inches thick
it penetrates
nostrils, eyelashes,
sandwich lunches
and settles over
mismatched IKEA furniture
like a rough winter coat
a month before spring
Day 8: Order
Always late,
his habit of washing hands
poking spots, plucking brows
took over clock watching
the second hand unnoticed
until the time to go
came and gone.
Jokes passed through friends
"Need a watch mate?" or
"I know what to get for your
next birthday". He shrugged
them off, questions unanswered.
They never saw him at night
coming home to dump his bag
laying its contents in
neat symmetrical rows
blowing dust out of corners
unable to sleep until
everything was just right.
Day 9: After school
Child size chairs line the halls
too small for your frame
you sink to the floor
your knees between your legs.
I run the corridors
in search of brown paper
breaking rules only broken
for winter morning running clubs
a bag used for puppets and lunches,
that kindergarten mainstay,
the only solution to your panicked breath
a 10 year can provide.
Day 10: On the Town
It isn't until
years later
that I allow
Fridays to be
rest days
abandoning
inner thoughts
that those who stay
indoors as drinks flow
will grow old with
cats and flowered
jumpers.
Heather Taylor
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