Today’s choice
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Dave Wynne-Jones
Sonnet
And did she break your heart?
A woman asks, perhaps imagining
A fallen chalice scattering
Fragments about the tiles, only discovered
Days later in corners underfoot.
But there was no suddenness
More a growing sense of doom
A shrivelling of tenderness
The emptiness of a vacated room.
You never choose to love
And when you’ve lost
There’s little left to do
But lick your wounds
Turn the key in the lock.
Dave Wynne-Jones left teaching, gained an MA in creative writing at MMU, then wrote articles for outdoor magazines and organised expeditions for mountaineers. He’s published two books of mountaineering non-fiction, two poetry pamphlets, and poems in anthologies and magazines. www.instagram.com/d.
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