Pulling chalk out of dirt my little
sister draws on cold pavements-
a cottage - tie back curtains -
smoke pouring from tall
chimneys - a roaring
fire in the hearth.
Even in childhood there’s agony
in bare walls, a naked light bulb
and empty cupboards.
2 comments:
So much is shown of her plight and of her character (in the sense of personality) in this poem. Effective, the way you've utilized imagery to do just that. Its sudden impact on me as a reader is to sympathize with that little girl. Thank you for sharing this, and best of luck (and congratulations) on your efforts on publication. Cheers.
Thank you so very much for taking the time to comment on the poem.
I really value your comments.
Best wishes,
Roger.
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