Sunday, 8 May 2016


Yes, another window photo. And, lo, another poem.


She’s in a pocket;
Tucked in, safe hole,
Whatever rains,
It doesn’t reach her,
She hides her stupid head,
Pulls up her stupid knees,
Makes like a circle.

Hard times come round;
They knock, knock, knock,
They pull and push.
Her view is simple.
She waits them out,
The rips and stones,
Disguised as nothing.

RF 2016


The Bug said...

That's my default position for the hard. Lately I've been finding myself there more frequently than I would like.

Rachel Fox said...

Thanks for reading Dana. Onward, onward. x