Walls

WALLS
Through the wallsmy neighboursmake love.Her criesclinglike the trail of snailsupon the kitchen floor,clear, transparent,hard to brush off,as I lieempty in the night.



This poem was first published in Joe Soap's Canoe and was included in the Grandchildren of Albion anthology. It was performed on BBC Radio 4 for which I received a cheque for less than £10. I didn't cash it, but kept it as a souvenir to show my grandchildren.