Writers' Bloc: Response to 'New Impressions' by Grace Murray



High up, oppressed by cold cash,

a man-
making his way downstairs


a child-
struggling on stone floors

The lover,
parting with cold lips,

walking into the night alone.

One fox-
a delight of the small girl,

travelling through the barriers

she created.

A small tear,
cleaning dust on the mantelpiece, unheard by laughter
dancing around. 

Grace Murray (M5)