Your Room by John Hawkhead

All silent, airless;
dust wraiths waiting
to curl from the floor,

boards under tension,
joints creaking
memories into light,

forfeits harrowed
from shared time;
momentary understandings

of how we stand as
corresponding shadows
echoing yesterday’s loss.

– John Hawkhead
John’s work has featured before on my site and his poem Helmand was recently added to a collection published by the Royal British Legion.