tiny paintings
I never intend to sell
shrouded in plastic
© Rachel Green January 2026
Alvechurch, 1970
I was always one of those loners
who preferred to read than go out to play
books from the library, some from donors
to a jumble sale or two on Saturday.
One at eleven; another at two
at the Barnett Green scouts or our own village hall
sixpence to enter, but wait in the queue
and stay for an hour, until Mother's call.
My reading was never parentally censored
on the basis that knowledge was better than none
Seven years old and already in MENSA
I raced through the school years much smarter than some.
My favourites were always just stacked by my bed
Apocalypse sci-fi and horror-filled dread.
© Rachel Green January 2026
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