Gable Long gone, those derelict tenements, half-demolished, a row of parlour walls stacked up like sample cards for someone's granny's wallpaper. Their slivers, flapping in the wind, goodbyes. Unlaid, their fires all died, burned shadow black into the grates that stamped each wall with absence, empty as some broken jug which stood once – … Continue reading Two poems by Brian Johnstone
Tag: The Book of Belongings
A poem by Brian Johnstone
The Commonplace The jar will long retain the fragrance of what it was steeped in when new. Horace They're there in every shipwreck, every trench, stacked in serried ranks or shattered by some trauma in the past that whispers in the ear, the way the thumb prints round the rim speak volumes lost but … Continue reading A poem by Brian Johnstone
