Wednesday, January 15, 2014
The paper dolls
Yesterday
we had to dance
for a visitor’s
amusement.
Today
we are pinned
to a wall.
Our pencilled eyes
can’t blink away the
dust.
Pale, thin,
we grip each other’s
hands
and tremble
whenever the door
opens.
The above poem is from my new (fifth) poetry collection, Personal Weather, to be launched at The Wheeler Centre, Melbourne, at 6 p.m. on Tuesday, 4 March.
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