The Bedroom - Poem by Della Perry
Crocheted blankets for babies, times three
Never finished the one for the Christmas fetus
Why was he not born?
Pile of soiled clothes in a sprawled piece of art on the rug
Boots with mud caked soles
A lamp, murky brown, no bulb, useless, ugly,
A lonely six string
Favourite book on bedside table, spine bent,
Slimer, Harry Adam Knight
The Tarot book, The Fool comes to mind
Library books picked and read fervently
Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette!
Snot covered tissues
A clean sanitary pad
Black Country Dialect book for Welsh Carys
Butterfly adorned writing pad
And a jammie dodger faux biscuit bracelet.
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