tea in the bedsitter inspired by the painting by Harold Gilman, 1916 summer beats down on my Maple Street bedsitter highlights many empty chairs in this small blue room their backs as straight as headstones Amelia came to see me to tell me about her telegram I listen although if she mentions white feathers again I will leave walk straight out into the Fitzrovia afternoon she purses her mouth face pinched I look away listen to Mrs Mounter downstairs as she sweeps a clean floor polishes unused crockery Mrs Mounter came earlier with her Brown Betty full of steaming tea which sits untouched on the table among empty plates and cups the newspaper she brought was full of pretty names Somme Picardy Verdun Amiens Flanders where our boys and men have gone the smell of freshly baked bread rises from downstairs makes my empty stomach somersault while the tea cools in the pot undrunk still Amelia stays her loss as thick as dust while the sun changes direction slants through lace curtains onto my face and neck Annest Gwilym Annest Gwilym is the editor of the webzine Nine Muses Poetry. Her writing has been widely published, both online and in print. She has both won and been placed in writing competitions. Her second book of poetry - What the Owl Taught Me – will be published by Lapwing Poetry in 2020.
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Paula Puolakka
4/21/2020 04:52:09 pm
A very beautiful poem. I love the references to WWI, and I also like the rhythm of the piece. Well done!
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