Poems

Here are a few poems written for Greys Journal by Frances Ratner;

Whose house this is I do not know
His home is in a tower though
He does not see me sitting here
To wait alone, nowhere to go
...

The sky still shines blue
But under a different sun
The light is harder here
Or maybe it only seems such
Because it falls, or once did
On a far lonelier countenance
...

If you prick us, do we not bleed?
It seems you are determined to know
You trace with a scalpel
Every line that does not flow
Till there’s nothing left of my children
In the name of Science.

...

Brown on brown

Light on dark

Day on night

Blur to one