Friday, 21 May 2021

swansea museum

 swansea museum


camphorated butterflies 

pinned in drawers under the stairs

the golden eagle’s entourage stuffed and branched

the welsh kitchen with my mother’s things

swansea china where i wanted to willow word

then the wary staircase 

to the mummy and the red lady

down balustraded stairs to

that huge room of huge old books 

leathered in a childhood’s wide eyes 

breath against the glass cases

the clunk of shoes on wooden floors

and those big doors beneath the pediment

that fell back upon a walk 

to wind street bridged and blowing 

down all of our yesterdays 


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