Boy on a Landing

Down the lit passage an open door,
through the door a dark room,
across the room an uncurtained window.

In this window the dark room doubled,
across the doubled room a door,
a lit passage, a pale-faced child.

What does the child see down the passage,
through the doors of the dark rooms
where a white-haired man enacts his memory?


© Brian Fewster
Highly Commended in the Bedford Open Poetry Competion.
Published in The Interpreter's House 34, February 2007

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