In the library, we lost ourselves
gazing out at traffic, yearning
for stories of adventure and flight.
Now, every night, we fly and hum,
our bodies carrying
the pollen of our lives:
dust from cinema seats,
grains of instant soup,
flakes of lubricating jelly.
Our headlamp eyes
unanchor rooms, turn
houses into ocean liners.
I’ve heard that children born near motorways
can’t sleep without the lullaby
of rolling tyres.
Josephine Corcoran‘s pamphlet, The Misplaced House, was published by tall-lighthouse in November 2014. She lives in Wiltshire where she is involved in community literature projects and is editor at And Other Poems, an online poetry site. www.andotherpoems.wordpress.com @And_OtherPoems
Note: Old Girls appears in The Misplaced House