In my Room

In my room with its broken latch There's postcards of hens and foxes and a disused TV set There's a collection of analogue cameras Some I use Some of my lightbulbs are out There's a book of Trakl and his Blue Melancholy and Sylva Plath with her German Mannequins There's albums out of time Susan Pilsbury and Jimmy Campbell You see the past comforts me There's poetry of my own some bonded others nestling on my cupboard I hope to get published soon