The
Lodger
sleeping
in my skull on
a
dry straw bed, glowing and
twitching
now and then
Periodically
stretching, yawning,
sidling
out and skirting thoughts.
There
it comes, the twenty-fifth day
scratch
and sniff of desire that smells
of
you that patch I know where
and
how
I
want it
Unobtainable
as leaves falling from
that
tree, a windy autumn memory
rustling
far away but fresh so fresh
today
my mouse.
Emma
Woodford
Emma Woodford is social activist and poet based in Belgium. When not writing she brings up two daughters, walks in the countryside and works on civil society projects. This is Emma's second group of poems to be published after first being selected to regularly contribute to Academy of the Heart and Mind.
Emma Woodford is social activist and poet based in Belgium. When not writing she brings up two daughters, walks in the countryside and works on civil society projects. This is Emma's second group of poems to be published after first being selected to regularly contribute to Academy of the Heart and Mind.
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