Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Three Payments Away

The world turned slowly
last night. Shrouded
in bittersweet agony, clothed
in tarpaulin spread
upon concrete

The world turned its head
as you slept and frost
gripped you in crooked
fingers, knuckles whitening
in blessed

Your audience a mangy dog –
teats dripping, fleas parting matted
fur, and the drunk
who pissed
in your doorway then staggered
to his comfy bed.

And the woman, creased
with time. Eyes kind and hand
to tend the dog,
to feed and warm
yet leave you

to your final

© Carolyn Cornthwaite

Carolyn writes poetry, flash fiction, short stories and has almost completed the first draft of a novel. She dreams of Booker prizes and a life in France and blogs at