Lest We Forget

September 22 Quaker


rumble crunch

the walls are shaking

and the ceiling

I lie quaking

as the world

rocks to an end

the noise

the noise

is through the floor

and I am out of bed

out through the door

and clutching

stupid useless walls

and life is rumbling past

me

in my pink

pyjama top

and knickers

exposed

defenceless

to the force

of something

unimaginable

something I’ve imagined

countless times before

but this is real

and it is

unmistakable

in its beginning

and its end

the seconds shudder

and my heart

is in my mouth

there will be no going back

to everything

we knew

believed

and trusted

until now

until September

twenty-two.


See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

Last year’s collection Fewer Curs available on demand






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