An empty shunned house,
Front door smashed to flinders.
So, in two bounds
He’s away up the stairs,
In one leap
He’s tightroping a banister,
Tail a ramrod, eyes black,
Whiskers thrumming
But then hears a faint sob.
It runs down walls,
Billowing cobwebs
And one mouth is soon
Joined by others:
Dust whirls rising in columns
Outline she-humans sawing
The air as clouds shape
Into babies forever just
Out of their reach: so in one
Leap he’s back down
On the stairs, in two bounds
He’s back out the front door,
Pausing only to empty his bowels
On a fallen sign lettered in gold:
Sisters of Mercy Mother and Baby Home.
Kevin Patrick McCann
Photo Nick Victor
this cunning poem and Nick’s pic
Comment by jeff cloves on 27 March, 2022 at 7:10 pmhit the spot in an excellent edition of IT
full of good poems and writing
Good day to you Jefff and thanks. MaCann realy is a goldern poet. x
Comment by Editor on 28 March, 2022 at 5:53 am