The Fernery
Scales of glass,
a crest of frilled iron,
his baby
tucked deep in shrubbery
could stagger up
on stiff metal limbs
as pier
crystal palace
railway station,
steam oil sweat
on its green breath,
mouth a cave.
Pure folly,
this sunken factory
of spores
and fronds.
She has to keep the statues
scrubbed,
her and her bad legs.
Dot Cobley has been published in numerous anthologies and magazines, including Smiths Knoll. Rialto and The SHOp. Having collaborated with artists on various projects, she has decided to try combining her own artwork and poetry…
Note: The poem The Fernery was first published in Seam.