Her parents
row at night
Fay heard them
from her bed
her brothers
young and small
innocent
in their sleep
she held tight
in her hand
her wooden
rosary
her small thumb
rubbed over
the plaster
crucified
two voices
in conflict
high and low
a duet
that threatened
harsh violence
Fay's body
huddled up
beneath wool
coverings
if only
Benedict
could be there
him there now
at the foot
of her bed
her 12 year
old white knight
and she his
12 year old
young princess
of their twin
childlike game
but he's not
he sleeps in
his own bed
in a flat
on the next
balcony
beneath hers
if only
he would come
sword in hand
standing there
at the foot
of her bed
protecting
with his mum's
small saucepan
a helmet
on his head.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
Her parents
row at night
Fay heard them
from her bed
her brothers
young and small
innocent
in their sleep
she held tight
in her hand
her wooden
rosary
her small thumb
rubbed over
the plaster
crucified
two voices
in conflict
high and low
a duet
that threatened
harsh violence
Fay's body
huddled up
beneath wool
coverings
if only
Benedict
could be there
him there now
at the foot
of her bed
her 12 year
old white knight
and she his
12 year old
young princess
of their twin
childlike game
but he's not
he sleeps in
his own bed
in a flat
on the next
balcony
beneath hers
if only
he would come
sword in hand
standing there
at the foot
of her bed
protecting
with his mum's
small saucepan
a helmet
on his head.
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