Monday's poem

Our House
By Madison Hamill

Our insect house
has its bones on the outside.
Our clothes hang on strings across our garden,
they are slumped blue bodies.
At night the wind will sing them dry but
inside our chimney
wolves cry.

Madison Hamill is a Dunedin writer. She has recently had some of her work published in The Temptation of Sunlight (ed. James Norcliffe), an annual anthology of work by young writers.

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