The captured prince

Mother, vaster than their home
was absent.
He looked to see if any of the furniture
was out of its place.
The glass etched tray and gin bottle
stood on the sill of the high window.
Carefully undoing the bottle lid
He took a long pull of the liquid
Carefully refilling the bottle with water.
He stood quiet as a post.
Warmth and heat entered his young body.
Mouth open he surveyed the Edgware road
The view glimmered and shimmered softly.






Nick  Victor
Photo Jane Johns

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