A poem by Robin Houghton

  Container In the first floor apartment movers swarmed, big hands, my childhood piano shifted by their grunts, prints lifted from walls, everywhere the sound of paper, rolling and wrapping small items, I glanced away from fridge magnets, swaddled in their shrouds, laid out like ‘pass the parcel’ games, ready to pack. My cupboards were emptied with kindness, I’d no doubt these men had seen … Continue reading A poem by Robin Houghton