Longlisted Poem 2011
Gillotts School, Oxfordshire
Our home sang simple:
Floorboards trodden into wooden scoliosis;
that mirrored fractured curtain rails.
Sodden glove on the pavement outside.
A word that didn’t translate into the subtitles.
Fingers tracing ink-reminders on paper,
advised to its unusual architecture by
A love-forgot book
Brown crusts in the bread bin for
(still) unlucky ducks.
The sounds of our home:
Harmony caught in dust-corners.
(the continuous stream in your head of all the best washing up songs)
Maybe I notice too much.
Wishing for nothing but you;
Pouring water for tea
into the sun-cracked teapot we have known
© Elizabeth Crowdy
- Date February 9, 2015
- Tags 2011 Simplicity - Longlisted Poems