Hidey Hole

grief is a rolling fog

perhaps I am a mirror
of all  they lost

punkish hair
  and a fissure in my chest

   I will play the friendly goblin
    lay pizzas on their doorstep
and scamper off

 bocconcini wishes
 round and white
      salty as guilt



Written for dVerse Poetics “Colour me Poetry” in which we were asked to select one or more paint colour names as a launch point for a poem. Sarah’s list was taken from The Little Greene Paint Company’s catalogue. I used hidey hole, rolling fog, mirror and goblin.

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