weak sunshine
lighting the clouds with fire
American aircraft
© Rachel Green February 2025
Dear Mum, I am still alive, it seems,
despite this winter's use of heated bed;
the warmest sheets to underwrite my dreams
and succour nightly terrors in my head.
You bought electric blankets way back when
they first had come for sale on British soil
our house had no heat installed just then
and water bottles were your evening toil.
But television news ignited fear
of houses set aflame by faulty wire.
You were afraid that that would happen here
so removed the blanket, ere you would retire.
You took great care that fire was ne'er your prison
but died soon after, of an aneurysm.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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