Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Morning guitar

The D you pluck imperfectly into life tiptoes down from the cooling bedroom.


Ruby Cowling

1 comment:

Barbara Blake said...

Lovely - and tantalising! This is the kind of poem that is gorgeous in itself but also has a story going on outside it too - "cooling" is a surprising adjective for a bedroom so can beg the question, why, what's happened? I like it!!