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About This Poem
In One Hour
The glass broke and spat shards on the naked floor
While the room kept silent. The air was quiet.
The dust was still in place…laying proudly undisturbed
Books lay on the floor dishevelled and bemused, while
The white walls were no longer…white. A blue
Undecipherable writing took pride of place.
The carpet had been rolled into the corner,
Disguised as a cushion. While the DVD’s
Had been stacked in a pile, ready for easy access
Behind the settee, came a noise, she stood nervously
As her child came out, unaware of the surrounding chaos
From his playtime…
© 13/10/2012
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