highly commended in the Yeovil Literary Prize 2006

Blush

neatly, in her third drawer down.

She knew they would be found;

her secret stash, her weakness

for a soft glow to warm the edges

of the darkening room

as she tapped   out   time

with hot-pink nails on old hands.

She liked to watch the light

shifting through the delphiniums,

creeping up the sliding hallway

to prod spring bulbs into life.

She liked to watch the dawn,

to catch the first glimmers

of the varnish-streaked sky—

the pink lightbulbs neat

in her third drawer down.

Alison Hill

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