Ophelia 


Ophelia

We wake to find her

Fingerprints, Saharan dust

On window sills, on

Rooftops,

Schoolyards,

Graves,

On driveways and motorways,

On pylons and leaves,

On our fingertips,

Faint as ash.

As if to say:

See, there is a land

Out there

Across the sea,

Beyond the screen of your TV,

And it’s real,

And it’s closer than you think,

How easy I can bring it

To your feet.

IOB 16/10/17

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About Ian O'Brien

I am a teacher and scribbler, living in Manchester, UK.
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