sharp frost
under the morning sun
gilded glory
© Rachel Green April 2025
III.IX
There are no gleams of jewels nor glints of gold
among trinkets scattered through the room
just rancid underwear and sheets long cold;
jazz mags half-hidden in the gloom.
A katana from a market stall
which doesn't scream "bad ass" but lame;
Rock band posters curl and fall
'twixt Athena tennis girls sans frames.
Whoever was this nasty punt
who didn't have an education?
A flyer from the National Front
proclaims it's message for the nation.
© Rachel Green April 2025
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