During Lockdown Wood Chip
Decided To Speak
Can’t you see
the splendour in
my devotion?
The satisfaction
of ripped corners.
Your delight in
my demise won’t
bring it closer.
I am over-painted.
You will breathe
my dust. My name
will trip on your
tongue.
I will destroy
these walls,
take plaster
with me.
This is my house.
Are you ready
for my fall?
Ness Owen is a poet and lecturer from Ynys Mon(Anglesey). Her poems have been widely published in anthologies and journals including in Red Poets, Mslexia, Poetry Wales, The Atlanta Review, Black Bough Journal and The Interpreter’s House. Her first collection Mamiaith (Mother Tongue) was published by Arachne Press in 2019.