A Room Almost Dark

A room almost dark
Windows that have stopped talking
Other lives lit up to the river and beyond
Our light only the numbers blinking
I’ll see this day through with you

As I walked here
The clouds shone in a way
That made me grateful
Our days always ended in a rosy light
The kindness of the world opening with each story
A voice at its centre
Courting silver chrysalises
In a sunken bed of oleander
Shot with late sun
Through streaked salmon cloud
The world sewn neat

A mouth unstitched, fallen open
A shaved head
Creative hands clenched
The unpainted scenes circling

We talked about those.

The cruelty of empty pages

Jane Frank’s chapbook Milky Way of Words was published by Ginninderra Press in 2016. Her work has appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Antiphon, Poetry Salzburg Review, Cordite Review, takahē, pressure gauge, foam:e and elsewhere.

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