Visiting
The room smells of old cigarettes and stale whisky. I know he has been here, can see him sat on the bed flickering through my books, breathing in my perfumes, tasting my designer cigarettes. He would have held the silver framed photograph of my mother and me that I keep on my bedside table. It was taken on the day of my graduation. A beautiful day during which the sun had warmed our faces and my only concern had been where to eat and how I would spend the summer. That was before he had come into our lives, before he had moved into the house next door.
Uninvited visitor
Roaming the private world
Of my bedroom
As an MA student in Creative Writing at Swansea University Katy Thornton discovered her love of Haibun and Haiku poetry while participating in her first poetry class. She draws on her previous experiences travelling in her writing.