3 Spillmans Pitch

We woke to a wallpaper of sunlight

we had no curtains, no bed

just a mattress, some sly blankets

and tadpoles of drying paint.

We had no bed sheets, no carpet,

just dustsheets sprawled on floorboards

with splinters testing our feet.

We woke to church bells on the hour,

each hour. The house gathering colour

changing with our fingerprints.

In time we left nothing bare

the walls spinning with murals of cloud,

stars, the moon, wedged in a baby’s room

while our tiny son lay swaddled in your womb.

 

February 14th 2013