Poetry

Salvaging

Muted expectation

and picked-out words

roll languidly

round these narrow walls

as another day

closes

in upon itself.

Note the strike

and forget the contents.

Balmy heat and weathered goodbyes

vaporise on tips of tongues.

We mould a grapevine caricature

bending and twisting it this way and that

and the heart labours

thick and leaden

beneath a layer of clay.

Laura Fensterheim

© 2014