Two poems by Pam Thompson
Her Grown-Up Dress When she came at last to that row of shops on the long road, having left behind the dirt track, railway-line, the sluggish brook and had fastened round gold slides in her mud brown hair, pulled plimsolls on her feet so the backs weren’t squashed she found the shops were boarded up, that the woman standing there wore a pale green cotton … Continue reading Two poems by Pam Thompson
