the old chair rocked
on the floorboards
the petals in her lapel
shuffled and humpphed the cucumbers
in the patch by the wall
as she winced through
the window
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garden wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
looking wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
sound wormhole: ‘the walking stick …’
walls & windows wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
mlewisredford 
I love the imagery this poem raises in the imagination. You have told a story in those few short lines! Well done!
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