24 January: An Imagist Poem

It’s Ideal It’s small becauseit has to be small. Room for a cup of coffee, and her feet. Corner view.Two sash windows.Third floor. A wide window sillfor wildflowers.Jam jar for a vase. Desk.Chair.Lamp. Rattling traffic. The overground.Horns, and a clattering radiator. Heels and trainers.Coats and brollies.Into the wind A rabble of litter.A newsagents’ debris.A chippy … Continue reading 24 January: An Imagist Poem