"Deep crimson in chipped glass,
that marble was the pride
of my net bag collection –
and bane of indoor life
for my all-seeing father. So one day
he demanded it from me in confiscation,
voice deepening in threat
to make sure I remembered
we played by his own rules in all things here..."
Read the entire poem in the MockingOwl Roost's latest special issue.
https://www.mockingowlroost.com/blog/poetry-special-1-2024/ - PAGE 15

