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In the basement the lights are dimming.

The frost is melting.

The walls are thickened,

white washed, painted.

The thrall of darkness between my fingertips.

The many drops of rain, thrashing

down on a night like a million

knives, crash on the ceiling.

Reeling, flowing, tremendous waves

crash and burn, we’re moving

boxes, husband’s painting,

the floor is creaking,

the wind breaks through.

Angles perpendicular.

Will the basement be ready

for when they are back?

Moon-dust.  Did shooting stars

blind me to reality?

We are in the basement,

working steadfast

towards tranquillity.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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