Very Bad Archive
Settling
C H
She wakes to early dawn
In her paisley dressing gown
Worn slippers, shuffling to coffee
She wears her years gently
As folds of gossamer silk.
And what of the things she has lost?
Her husband wakes from a dream.
He saw the girl in the shift dress
Of plain navy.
And her sweet skin,
So much like ivory.
And what of the things he has loved?
They meet at the table,
They talk of idle events
And mundane people
Neither really cares for.
Silence settles upon them
Like a screaming shroud.
And oh, how resentment breeds like fire.
C H has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of C's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of C's latest works: