Fragile
Please don’t
Touch
Just leave her
Right there
Don’t move
Or adjust
Well maybe
A little
If you dare
Don’t break
She’s marked
‘Fragile’
And to be
Kept this
Way up
The dust
Has not settled
From the
Last sweep
Of the floor
And all
Breakages
Must be
Paid for
Before
Exiting
The door
Stu Buck
Sat 3rd Oct 2015 11:47
Hello Lynn,
In this quarters poetry review there is a review on a book by Kim Moore which contains a 17 poem run called 'How I Abandoned my Body to his Keeping'. This piece would slip beautifully anywhere in there I can imagine. I love the last stanza, and the theme of the piece as a whole. Its very clever. I cant comment to much, as I dont feel I have been in a close enough situation to come across as genuine, but I enjoyed the poem very much.
Stu