Image poem

#2

A ruin, a relic,
     a cut, removing stories.
Train tracks, unfurling;
     a waiter, retreating;
          stillness, looping.
Mechanisms whir.



#1

My grandmother’s bedside drawer, itchy with rose.
The locked door to the parents’ bedroom.
A stranger’s packed case. A train journey. A coffin sliding towards the incinerator.
Flowers at a roadside.