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Saturday 7 April 2012

Double Room


The arm aches
when all I’ve done is nothing
but twist and turn
laid on one side, then the other

The day breaks
to look out, downalong the river
A torrent that turns and twists
flows first one way, then the other

The breakfast is trout
with softly scrambled eggs
I toast my bread
first one side, then the other

The end is here
of such a short vacation
All the while I’ve thought of me
yet mostly I have written of another


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here