Ruth Walters Biography

Who's there?
walking among my memories
tripping over cells of humour
falling on old war wounds.
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Miss Jeffries was cold,
like a dry, stale turkey sandwich.
She was always in a foul mood,
curling up at the edges.
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Recycled teenager

The teenager was looking jaded,
all those late nights and
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The perfect day sits in old photographs
on mantlepieces and console tables
but it was never really perfect.
Moments of it may have been,
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I don't like cabbages,
despise lumpy mattresses
and men that wield control with glee,
or cats that purloin my favourite seat,
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