INKPOT: Empty Fields

By Anna Royle – Creative Writing Editor

The coach seats remind me
of my childhood fear,
of being swallowed
by a roll of carpet hanging
in a carpet shop. The fluffy fibres
stuffing my nostrils
until I fall asleep.

The thought of the purple vein
that you pointed out, on the curl
of my ear, pressed against the cold glass,
makes my toes retract. My skull rattles
next to empty fields and fields
turned grey by the moonlight.

My scarf scantily comforts
my ten deniered legs, plucks
like smudged ink
expose tiny dots of skin,
I hope the cows are somewhere warm.

Published by The Gown Queen's University Belfast

The Gown has provided respected, quality and independent student journalism from Queen's University, Belfast since its 1955 foundation, by Dr. Richard Herman. Having had an illustrious line of journalists and writers for almost 70 years, that proud history is extremely important to us. The Gown is consistent in its quest to seek and develop the talents of aspiring student writers.

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