Who is that lady
in the mauve felt
hat telling me
that the arsonist
who set her house
alight, is like
all of us
searching for happiness
but he will find more
grief than happiness
she says
without rancour
and we view her
coffee cup blue
on a saucer
in the front room
she was sitting
in, unable to sleep
and so still alive.
They’ve arrested
a thirty-seven year
old they tell us
searching for happiness
can be hazardous.
(I wrote this poem several years ago after watching a Sunday evening news item on the telly about a woman from Gore who had survived an arson attack).
Love it. Gently wandering towards its destination with every line packing a punch alomg the way. A zig zag poem ready to go, except for the paragraph breaks. Remember line breaks?
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Hi Rachel… I think I’m having trouble with formatting due to the new classic editor option. XX
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