Poem of the week: Safe Houses by Bernard O’Donoghue
Wondering where the house keys are sets off a chain of associations leading to a much larger question
I find that I have started recently Continue reading...
to keep spare keys to the front door
in several pockets, such is my fear
of being locked out. Caught by the wind
the door could shut quietly behind you,
leaving you to face the outer world alone.
Once safe inside I don’t put on the chain.