My challenge for this New Year was to pen a poem for every day of 2015. I lasted till the end of March, then decided it was taking over my life so it is now amended to 100 poems in 100 days! After I've reached 100, I'll add any as and when they may appear.
Monday, 23 February 2015
54. Winter Apathy
An ironing pile squats silently in the corner
of the spare room, and though the door stays shut
I sense its presence daily,
watching, waiting to be fed another skirt, another shirt,
grown fat from winter apathy.
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