Monday, 17 January 2011

15th. Jan

those pale hands,
gnarled and knotted now,
once pounded terry towelling nappies in a belfast sink,
wringing them out with a strong deft twist,
hanging them out to dry in the summer breeze
of yesteryear
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  1. Julie Jordan Scott17 January 2011 at 19:54

    bittersweet and lovely. I feflt this one in my gut. Thank you!

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  2. Kirsten Cliff28 January 2011 at 20:26

    This is really good; says it all in those six lines. Great work!

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