Poetry Window

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought we’d make a return to the Poetry Window. It’s been a long time between visits.

Did You as a child covet other people’s windows? How enticing and comfortable they looked while you were out in the cold? Or was I the only one?

Well look, pretend you did! And read on anyway. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote….

Blue Window

Why are everyone else’s windows

so warm and enticing?

Comfortable and cosy?

Walking back from me Nan’s,

I see orange bay windows the colour

of Quality Street.

Concealing a happy family, snuggled up.

Toys cleared away – clean pyjamas

and cocoa. 

Why do I have to come home to such a crap hole?

A fusion of strip lighting and cold lino.

The coal fire warming our fronts

while our backs shiver. 

No-one would look at our crudely lit window

with such envy.

Anyway, it faces the back. 

HM 2017

Thanks for indulging me, PL’s. I still covet other people’s windows now! All window thoughts on a postcard to me please…

Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….