Spring 2015
The Room by Barry Charman
Her eyes were
turquoise
it would have been remiss
to call them blue
I wanted her to
hear her name
give her something
to answer to
But they’re rushing her
away
and I don’t know
what to do
So I sit in the corridor
staring at a purple
teddy bear
thinking we’ll miss you
Nude and Bear by Henri Rousseau
The Linnet's Wings Poetry