SG (2nd October / London)

The Decorator

Skeletons in cupboard
Ugly bony truths
Betrayal stands unspoken
Doors locked with keys
Long since buried deep, deep, deep
Plasterboard all entries
Tell tale signs disguised
A careful eye to detail
Selects just the right guise
Of wallpaper
But the decorator cannot be proud
Of the part he's played
An accomplice now to the crime
In the name of love
And self-preservation
Guilty as sin itself.

by Scarborough Gypsy

Comments (8)

Abstract grafitti? a crime of self identity? a ten for keeping me guessing! ! ! !
my sort of poem..love it
'Ugly, bony, truth': I love this meeting of the physical and the abstract. The terse, compact images give the poem so much force. I like the insight into the part in this guilty game played by the decorator as well, the final line landing with such powerful bluntness. I've learnt from this poem, Gyps, thank you. Kind regards, Gina.
I like the imagery of this poem and it's use of alliteration - all those Bs and Ds. I think it's one of your best. We all have skeletons in the cupboard which we take pains to lock away. Congratulations.
That is excellent! It fits like a surgical glove (which only fits if it looks like it's always been part of the hand. H
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