Rachael Clyne



Out of my Mind

Last year I slipped into his,

its sour wine smell
mouldy heel of bread
in the fridge, scratches

on the walls, razors at the door.
Now I am homeless
mine has been condemned.

Yours seems a better option,
the colour scheme, comfy chairs

capacious, rapacious, bit of a Tardis.

Can I stay?




Rachael Clyne’s work appears in various magazines, also anthologies: The Very Best of 52, Book of Love and Loss, Poems for a Liminal Age. Her prizewinning collection, Singing at the Bone Tree concerns our relationship with the wild.  For more click here.

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