A bag-for-life, with folded clothes

and a cashed in pay-plan;

the uncollected council urn

propping up expired ledgers,

someone else’s trophy; embalmers

gurney and chrysanthemums.

Lost records depict the civic

cemetery laid out like


A dragonfly, its thorax edged

by eerie yew and cypress:

The grey path where all panoplies pass.

In the unmarked places, you may

gather luckier flowers, like

buttercups and ox-eye daisies;

as though the dispossessed still

dispense curses and favours, or care.


First published in Weyfarers Poetry magazine.


Published by:

rain poet

Katerina Neocleous has been published or is forthcoming in the following poetry journals: Haiku Quarterly, Orbis, Equinox, Obsessed With Pipework, Weyfarers, The Cannon's Mouth, Clear Poetry, The Dawntreader, Ink, Sweat & Tears, The Open Mouse, Shot Glass Journal. She is a Home Educator and settled in North West England.

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