The stone of judgement rolls into place.
Gone, you are magnified, marmoreal.
When I lie down you dazzle the pit of my stomach.
I flinch at your absent presences,
the swarms of internal hallucinations,
memories running in dual screen
that blanked me to my daughters questions
between the saucer and the draining board.
If it has done this to me,
What is it doing to you?
YOU ARE READING
Gifts and Shards Vol 1
PoetryThis is the volume of poems written when Catherine walked out of the door in mid April 2013 and I started writing poetry daily. There are no similar stories!
