Friday 1 January 2016

Morning Poetry. Happy New Year

waking
in a strange house
with her party dress torn.
Why can't she remember how she
got here?


© Rachel Green 2016

New Year
lawn sparkles with frost
wagtail searches


© Rachel Green 2016

old wardrobe
turned into a desk
in two hours
painting it to match the room
takes a lot longer


© Rachel Green 2016

cutting a cable
I assumed was dead
turned out not to be.
Who wires a light fitting
and leaves it dangling
from the ceiling?

all the lights go out


© Rachel Green 2016

New year. Same old fat girl.

© Rachel Green 2016

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