This House Is A Metaphor For Us

Featured Poet - Liz Quirke

Behind the bay window’s triple vantage of evening dark, we relax together in lamplight, Tiffany blues and reds, stained-glass cascades rain like starburst as metal-mottled dragonfies careen down shafts of light. I’ve flled the walls for you, frames holding paint and ink, landscapes deep with romance, skies of colour fushed cumulous, kiss-swelled and demanding as our nights are. If a day comes that my own language should fail to present itself, I have arranged other poets’ words at eye height so you will learn of all I mean to say to your heart.