forlorn and dejected now
dry heads int the breeze
© Rachel Green 2018
on the loo at two AM
or one, or three,
it doesn't really matter,
just that it's dark
and the window is open
cold breeze on my naked back.
I am beset by old memories
of outside toilets with cold windows;
My grandmother's in Newcastle,
with the smell of the paraffin lamp my Da lit every night;
Clovercliffe on the Gower
where we went every year;
the house in Dinas Mawddwy where I honeymooned
drifting off to sleep to the sound of sheep.
I think of seagulls
and cry in the darkness of streetlight
© Rachel Green 2018
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