Saturday, 27 February 2021

Losslit gone

The LossLit site ( has gone bad, so here I reprint my 2017 poem that used to be there -

A short course of treatment

Six walls replace three of scenery.
On the sides, slowly moving faces
sucking at the glass.

They put a colourful ruin in the centre
so they can watch me explore in and out,
questions and answers.

Every so often they add more
complications to avoid -
a plant, a diver, a treasure chest.

Each week while I'm out
of the way they clean, and
I forget everything.

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