Morning Light Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Morning Light



In the morning light Mrs Campbell’s awakening torso,
Out of its hooks and hoists
Slips and wobbles like a skittish lamb

Thighs sprawl like cats on the hearth rugs
Boobs slide across her belly like petulant seal pups
The badger she sits on guards its burrow, damply.

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