Sunday 8 December 2019

8th December 2019

traceries of gold
on the neighbour's chimney tops
winter crow

© Rachel Green 2019

Guilt and Regret
43.

Dad brings stickers back from work
advertising motor oil, tyres, spark plugs;
it didn't matter. Ask any kid
about stickers and they'll agree-
the joy is in the peeling,
the placing,
the sweet belief of effecting change
in a world where you have no power.
I'm supposed to stick them in books,
or on my wardrobe mirror.
One day I stick them on my bedroom door
heavy oak,
varnished by a painter
that cost Dad a fortnight's wages.
I get a hiding
and he never brings me stickers again.

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