Itch
Stacks of National Geographics
filled the wardrobe to my waist.
The dust inviting sneezes.
Misaligned yellow spines.
Careless visitors would toss
them back any old way.
My fingers would itch
to restore their rightful order.
Oh the itch, manifest many ways.
Persistent chafe of rashes,
result of childhood curiosities.
The itch where my wings should be.
Barbara O’Donnell was born in West Cork in 1975, and currently resides in London. She works at a major London teaching hospital and writes in her spare time. Her blog can be found here: barbaraodonnell.wordpress.com