Ant Smith

All poems

Privacy in a council flat

I love a pair of curtains drawn
On a lazy summer's dawn
I love a pair of shoes unworn
Aside a locked and bolted door

I love a settee blanket shawl
Pulled around my naked form
I love the dents in cushions formed
On those days when we were warm

I love a garden tree collapsed
Twigs and branches on the path
I love the evensong, your laugh
When life itself would make me gasp

I love the gloom of candle light
Lighting up my shortest sight
I love beyond, that quiet night
Stirring echoes of my life

Like teaspoons stir up coffee grinds
And sugar dissolves in troubled minds
I love to think upon the times
We found our flesh was intertwined