Two poems by Olivia Dawson
Legacy He leaves a threadbare rug laid out for me like an invitation. Cold stubble under my toes I feel the patterns mapped out by his feet and step into them like snowshoes to carry me over the deepest drifts. (Commended in Second Light’s Poetry Competition 2013 and published in ARTEMISpoetry November 2013) Mantelpiece Sometimes I display a fan of glossy invitations, … Continue reading Two poems by Olivia Dawson