A bare-bottomed girl
runs to a window. Last night
her grandfather muttered
of a world full of violence,
the dread of never-
ending rain, fountains
overflowing their pools,
the earth a mire in which
everything dies; her
parents penned in,
rats under their beds,
scorpions in their robes,
snakes in the bread basket
and birds and bats roosting
in every high room.
Her mother caught weeping
made the girl a promise: a day
will come when we
will open a window,
a dove on the sill
will flutter over your
shoulder. There’ll be
the scent of green wood.
You will see a mountain.

Image credit:Sunyu

I was born in a cottage hospital beside a brook. In school my teachers said I never paid enough attention and should be more outgoing. After school I worked as a garderner, then a decorater, I've been a shop assitant and hung curtains and blinds for a living. I now work as a clearner in a well known fast food resturant. Oh, and I read and write poetry, because it feels worthwhile.