Net Curtains


Lawns mowed in rhythm,

cars washed in time,

children smile in tune.

net-curtainsPristine paint protects

the inside from gossip.

Ivy wraps its lie of deceit

around them air of respectability

hangs heavy

from gas-fired brass

shines out its brazen front,

disguising the tarnished couple smiles

with false delight,

contempt dripping

from every silently

into un-faced debts.

Vows destroyed

in shame.

Tongues committing

crimes of hatenet-curtainsuntil the net-curtain-retreats

are not enough

and these civilised fortresses


into open attack –net-curtainsdisrepute and scorn.

© Nicky Clifford 2016


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