Day's Bright Dawn 1916 Poem by Terry Collett

Clean Master
George's room
she'd been told

that morning
so Polly
with all her

cleaning stuff
climbed the stairs
to his room

and stood there
by the door
thinking of

those night she'd
crept down from
the attic

where she slept
in the cold
to enter

his warm bed
feel him there
him kissing

her wildly
whispering
his soft words

touching her
in places
making love

umpteen times
in the night
now she stood

by the door
he away
with shell-shock

room empty
still she knocked
and waited

then opened
and went in
closed the door

tried to think
he was there
in the bed

waiting warm
for her cold
self to come

but he's not
bed's empty
and tidy

curtains drawn
shutting out
day's bright dawn.