Voice-Over

We were taken onto
the terrace that day.
We often were if
the weather held.

You can see us all
breathing deeply;
as if the Margate air
could rinse us clean.

I’m third on the right.
A nurse flickering
around my iron framed
bed.

My archived
stare travelling
across a century to
reach you.

Stephen Bone has been published in various magazines and placed in competitions. His work has appeared in Seam, Smiths Knoll, The Interpreter’s House,The Rialto, Poetry Nottingham and Links.