POEMS AND PICTURES
Picture: Alexandra tiolley. SJ*
UNTIL TODAY... Today the sunrise fell pitiful against the curtains And failed to dispel the all-enshrouding gloom. My arms empty, my mind numb, uncertain: Silence takes your place and suddenly this room Is no longer ours but mine, and mine alone. Nothing remains but the ghosts, the shadows of you In corners, trapped, until today unknown, Lying pregnant and poised until you flew; Only dim reminders these outside me, but inside Vicious memory so clear, the cause of all my fears. Even now the pillow's cold beneath my phantom bride. You, who tapped the spring, the source of these sharp tears. Only lace-fingered traces of perfume here linger on. Upwind of you now, I cry. For you are gone. Antony Dunn Antony Dunn was awarded the John Crook poetry prize for this poem.
Picture: Adam Dean.
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