Wednesday 22 November 2017

What is Left

This room was once alive
with colour and chatter.

Now bare, it is silent -
the sea licks at piles of bags
packed with our lives.

We will carry these things
to the bay tomorrow
where the boats will wait.

The furniture will stay -
stuffed with our memories
to become reefs

where fish will gather -
moving their silent mouths

Previously published on The Bijou Poetry Review


Gwil W said...

Very nice. Reef well alone.

Sandy said...

Lovely poem. It could have been written about a couple of places along our coast.