Friday 23 January 2015

23 January 2015

Poetry Workshop Offering

In the room above her father's pub
she would ask her sister to fetch the ladder,
with bare feet climb the treads
to gaze at the picture
half hidden on the dusty shelf.

Eggshell blue sky, curve of river,
children splashing in the water.
A world away from her grimy city life.

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