Imagery Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Imagery

Rating: 3.3


Where I used to play
your dustbin hides
camouflaging, in overgrown ivy
of your home.

Your dumped skip is where
I kissed my first love
no one.

Half pissed and half in love
I played where you’re dumping
your garden furniture.

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