Shelley Tracey’s Poetry

Jan 9, 2017 by

Shelley Tracey’s Poetry



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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