This was a pleasing find, though.
Anyway, in a bid to up my poetry quota for the day, I'm going to post one I prepared earlier. It's the title poem of my third collection, Breadcrumbs, and it's about resisting those who would wield complete control over us, whether on a domestic or international scale. It feels particularly apt for these troubling times.
She’s finished her chores for the week
five spare hours cupped in her hand
takes her hoard to the bedroom
In the kitchen
he’s checking the state of the floor
runs his finger down the counters
slams each gleaming cupboard door
stamps upstairs to glare at her
from the landing
turns as she puts her pen aside
crumples poems into ballsfills her pockets
©Deborah Harvey 2016