Postman’s Knock

Nobody comes but the postman.

She watches him pause by the fence.

 

He slips his wedding band into

his pocket.  The red light beckons.

His guilt, as thick as his folded fivers.

 

© Kirsty Lear-Grant

N.B. The first line in this poem is taken from Gillian Clarke’s ‘At One Thousand Feet’.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s