Poembox: Love Song for a Housekey

Joe Molander writes about belonging and home.

Joe Molander
4th September 2020

Liberation arrived in silver,
The precise squiggle that runs down your spine
Flows like a river which I can tilt
This way or that to blink in the Sun.

Put parallel to the horizon,
Your serrations match the jags of the hills,
And the circle in which you culminate
Could heat the Earth. You are wasted in my

Pocket, you which can turn a seven foot
Monolith into something that swings
Open on its three singing hinges.
Sing now, metal teardrop, that first creak of home.

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AUTHOR: Joe Molander
Head of Current Affairs and co-founder of The Toon Lampoon. Politics, interviews, satire and the Courier's leading authority on frosted tips. @JoeMolander on Twitter and full portfolio available on Muckrack.

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