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Posted by Rosa Cruz on Wed, 08 Aug 2018
For Mrs Parry
She lived in a net-curtained house
with anaemic pot plants and china figurines
of big-eyed animals and ladies in long dresses.
There was always the smell
of stale sponge cake and a scattering
of doilies, a brown flowered carpet,
drab furniture with crochet antimacassars.
Picks of the Month
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Mon, 30 Jul 2018
In my life underwater, everything has learnt
the trick of heaviness, slow
as Sunday afternoon.
Something ponderous with yellow eyes,
all bones and mange,
lifts its head.
Beached in the half-light of no-season
my inner weather is folded