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Verity Webber: Dust Holds No Welcome

Dust holds no welcome Hollow air has no appetite Caught under thumbs Courage is cursory Cowardice pulls back

Time has length and breadth But no thickness Gathered in the corners of windows Sunbeams scurry over watermarks Is it ice Is it fire That holds no semblance of desire

Folded cloth keeps safe weakness A penchant for languor Reflected on transparent eyelids A flicker of recognition Absence repeated daily Repeated daily Muted air lingers Recycled Stale Imprisoned

A barrier of lace Fringed in grey Stencilled traces Of rush And hurry Cold brass distorts the familiar Monotone static, old friend Alleyways in the carpet Is it tea Is it vase That mirrors circles in the stars

Poised I succumb

All work by Verity Webber: [email protected], www.veritywebber.co.uk