Free verse № 103942
The Red Basket
The lonely lady
stood outside the stonewalled cottage
plucking damp linen and memories that would never be from a nylon line
whilst angry chickens clucked around her feet
a childs voice
crying in the distance
the lady looks around
an angry adult admonishing
a sharp slap and harsh words heard in the drift over long empty acres
then silence
the lady turns
the linen packed tight in a red plastic basket
held close to her breast
she steps back slowly towards the door
leaving a small embroidered cotton cap on the floor
8 comments
you are one insecure pretentious twat...but don't worry...i have better things to do with my time than post over a squillion poems on this site in the hope of impressing my peers...tell me this my good man? have you actually ever had any work published....i bet i know the answer to this already
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