cottage by the hillside

Here is poem written by next year’s Creative Editor, Greg Hoare.

A cottage by the hillside;
Thatched roof and the polished doorframe
Set in chiselled walls;
White in the afternoon sunlight.

Baking bread and the smell
Of Italian spices hanging in the drawn
Brown curtains;
The chimney like a cancer patient
Coughing black into the
Clear sky.

The man’s leather hands groping
A brass doorknob,
Turns with broken teeth and a
Firm-set jaw
Then disappears into the dark interior.

Thump of the door-slam carries past
The well-trod footpath
On which I tie my shoelace;
Reaches and fades in the
Bypass traffic.

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