October 1965
With the stillness of an unfed pond the girl stood
amongst sharp grass, brown tumbled earth and
empty rose bushes weighed heavy in graveyard silence.
Outside her world, tombstoned semi-detached
houses horizoned the quiet street.
Cardiganed she took her sister’s hand
walked through colonnaded loganberries
plucked ripeness caught in a starched handkerchief.
Digestive biscuits dunked in her Gran’s tea,
two birds perched on a lace doilyed sofa
faced the empty grate, beaks sealed, eyes seeled.
A doorbell rings; dark suited Mum and Dad
appeared. Voices burbled through the event horizon
of sunshine that broke the grey of her day.
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