Deserted Ruin. A poem by Jenny Robb

My front intact, back rooms shattered,
like a head blasted
by gun shot from behind.

My nine windows
stare into a half-life, half-lit
grey countryside.

My blasted heath hosts unseen threat
and soft breaths of wind in bird-less trees.


Jenny lives in Liverpool. She has poems in the Morning Star, Writing at the Beach Hut, Nightingale and Sparrow, An Insubstantial Universe Anthology, (Yaffle Press) & forthcoming in Bloody Amazing Anthology, (Yaffle & Beautiful Dragon Press) and As Above so Below.

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