In a fat box by the skinny bed
in a dusty room rarely regarded
covered clumsy with crushes
are the contents of a childhood-
lost letters of love- all penned
but never posted & cut-outs
of pin-ups next to wrist bands
friends twisted & time forgot.
In a lost room fallen to dust
hope was a cradle of comfort
in this box her father opened
when she failed to come back
from a war she never wanted.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Written as part of the Cobh Writers and Readers #PoetryPrompt featured on Twitter. Do drop by and join in the creative distraction. @CobhWR