21st January 2018

double-blind eyes
the bust of a horse's head
a blank of snow

© Rachel Green 2018

morning tower
pots and bowls and pans
teeter, Jenga-like
in and above the sink;
clustered like Delhi plastics
across the beach of counter.
One plate, one cup
I recall was mine but the rest
betray the midnight feastings
of an unseen lodger.
I remember a child, once,
who lived with us.
A child of light and sunshine
picking dandelions in the park
under blue skies and vapour trails.
Now I see closed curtains
and morning dishes
and wonder where did I go
when I left for college?

© Rachel Green 2018