Charlotte Eichler







Then, your quiet scrubbing shoulders

as bats fly past outside like broken plates.


I unpeel fish spines, scrape away the skin

and sticky flakes. Our lists are done,


the kitchen’s clean, but the cloying scent

of supper fills the air. Beneath the hiss


of steam, the kettle’s rattle, potatoes claw

inside the cupboards, cheese furs over


and lost scales still glint along the surfaces

in certain lights.



 Charlotte Eichler lives in West Yorkshire and has been published in various magazines, including The Rialto, Agenda and The Interpreter’s House. She was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2014. Twitter: @CLEichler




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