Ian Bowen - A Merry Widow

From a pretty lace bed,
in the chamber
of a cosy widow, where old ornaments
dusted to death by the feathers of ostrich,
sit on polished shelves;
where a soldier in khaki, glares at me
from behind glass.

She comes out of the bathroom,
and turns his photo...

to 'about turn' and face
the lily patterned wall.

Ian Bowen

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