Celebrate National Poetry Day...in gaol

Composed (on behalf of Mary) in the condemned cell of Nottingham Gaol

I’m walking

through a metal frame until it slides

open one way only

for human traffic

no point locking

behind me won’t be

coming back.

Gate swings

half way only.

I squeeze

through a tight hole;

body’s tiny

it feels cold on the leg,

to get to the other side

where a public execution awaits

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Thursday, 7 October 2010