A stone through glass, breaking time,
shards falling, leave me in my teens again:
bending to the ruined greenhouse pane
whose stained wood frame could stand
another coat, the few tomato plants behind
not thriving anyway, the unwound ball of string
and open bag of slug pellets, slung to one side
of the potting tray rigged up from a sheet of ply.
But, as my eye comes even, I see splintering
from the start of damage, shards of similarity,
glimpsed familiars, distorted, each worn
along its settled fractures to the same bowing,
time-choked profile. Its faded eye looking back
through the pattern of all that’s broken.
About The Author
Craig’s poems have been published in Acumen, Agenda, Antiphon, Butcher’s Dog, Crannóg, The Dark Horse, The Frogmore Papers, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Interpreter’s House, Lighten Up Online, The Literary Hatchet, The London Magazine, Magma, Neon, New Welsh Review, The North, Orbis, Pennine Platform, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Prole, The Rialto, Stand, Southword, THINK and Under The Radar.
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