Thursday 25 July 2019

Poem: Summer's End


Home Alone - Photo by Ellie Morris


Golden hour bathes my home in silence,
Family portraits stroked by nicotine yellow fingers.
The lizard’s cage emptied overnight,
His pale hooked claw buried in sand and scales.
Sunflowers nod
̶ ̶  drooping, senile women awaiting a daughter’s visit.
Sordid green paste oozes from the pool encrusted with flies.
Even the shrivelled, blackened burger left on the BBQ is bereft.


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