Another small break from the pantoum, because I just spent some time constructing a couple of new poems from the first lines of some of my previous poems…

Within you
the hunger had not been seen for some time

It’s been a year now

There’s an old photo on your wall
the frames have no glass

The afternoon feels empty and cold

It’s only one week into March
and the windows are all boarded up

How sad are you on a scale of one to ten?

(20 March 2016)