Neighbours

A short poem about neighbours.

Image Credit: 
Public Domain

It was the dry cough
and the teeth set
taunt and clenched.
Murmur with the fire,
bob, and fingers tugging
cold at the hard button,
while the pushing wind
circled her movements
to sidestepping,
stumbling on pavement
and the human face I saw
break violation in becoming
more myself.
as stranger welcoming another
I could not understand.

Anna lectures and publishes in philosophy and ethics. Margate-based, she also enjoys writing poetry, music and fiction.

Join the Discussion

Please ensure all comments abide by the Thanet Writers Comments Policy

Add a Comment