From a pretty lace bed, <br />in the chamber <br />of a cosy widow, where old ornaments <br />dusted to death by the feathers of ostrich, <br />sit on polished shelves; <br />where a soldier in khaki, glares at me <br />from behind glass. <br /> <br />She comes out of the bathroom, <br />and turns his photo... <br /> <br />to 'about turn' and face <br />the lily patterned wall.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-merry-widow/
