27 Queens Road
so this is home.
a dressing table
and a swivel chair,
a lampshade suspended
in mid air,
a second hand bookcase
with a communist flair.
so this is home.
so this is home.
the shag pile carpet,
the convector fan,
the decaying, rusty
transit van,
two saucepans and
a frying pan.
so this is home.
poem by Sherrie Tappenden
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