Friday 7 November 2008

Poetry Chapbook 07

The Countess

In the deepest cellar

of the Mansion house –
behind the silence
of the smallest mouse;
behind the wall
of reddish bricks
beyond the frame
of hazel sticks –
There lies a corpse
of ancient line
that poison took
before her time.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Fabulous!

(but how are you keeping this up?)

Rachel Green said...

by fretting until my list is done