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Living Room ( Duncan Mcgibbon )



A burnt omelette's, old sweet corn and dishes
stacked at random in the grease-rimed sink.
The children shrill about T.V. wishes.
My daughter cannot thread a needle. Each blink
upsets the thread's frayed edge sideways.
I police them to bed; “face, teeth, lights out”,
having first heard my youngest trace the lettered maze. 
Patient with her at her stress, I want to shout.

I go downstairs, conscious of a sadness,
Velásquez or El Greece could not catch 
in a portrait of the poet with attendant mess,
because the artists had models to match.
Each riddle made of fame spells unique,
a needle for word-threads’ deft hide and seek.

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( Duncan MCGibbon )
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