Cover photo by Anita Howard

Poem of the Week | Shell by Anita Howard

One half of the room

a collage of debris,

tumbled and broken,

sadly wasting concrete.

The other still intact

in pastel tints of order,

all playthings softly ranked,

squat little cupboards, each one with its label.

Still primed to share, take turns

and play like friends,

small hands make mute appeal

to shattered walls.

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Cover photo by Anita Howard