Shelley Tracey’s Poetry

Jan 9, 2017 by

Shelley Tracey’s Poetry

Admission

 

Approaching you uncertainly,
not expecting an admission
through a wedge of gates
fanged by steel wire.

 

Underneath the frame,
the sunshine slides as easy as a molten cat,
willing to ignite itself against your side.

 

What might become of us
is like a curtain rod as yet unhung,
suspended in a plastic case for easy transportation.

 

Come down this lane with me.
These shutters, newly painted black,
lower than eye-level on an ancient city wall,
swing back on their hinges,
interiors in layers behind the iron bars.

 

I dreamed a hanging basket at our meeting place,
pulsating all year round.

 

Shelley Tracey is a South African poet and creative writing teacher who lives in Northern Ireland with her family, plants, and a huge collection of books.

 

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