Comparison

The lock on the bolt hung like a coat flashing its lining of polished gold. The weathered door was envious; Its varnish long sapped by the sun. — New poems have been a little scarce recently because I have been writing about my dating experiences again. I have yet to find the courage, or fictionalising

My hairpin gave and broke

A short poem from this time last year about trying to pick a lock with my hairpins the previous December. — T: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012

[A short poem]

My hairpin gave and broke in the lock I had tried to unpick. One piece I held up in my fingers. That I could take away. The other length, small as it was, there I left. — Please find and follow me on Twitter. I tweet as @BeadedQuill