Ceasefire
She put a futon in the study
and left the bedroom to him,
his underwear and dusty textbooks.
The hall, mined with buckets
deployed to catch the leaks,
is now where all the talking's done.
The living room is a museum
preserving purchases and signs
of once comforting routines.
Soon they'll sign an armistice,
but for years will have to dodge
the sniperfire of sudden recollection.
and left the bedroom to him,
his underwear and dusty textbooks.
The hall, mined with buckets
deployed to catch the leaks,
is now where all the talking's done.
The living room is a museum
preserving purchases and signs
of once comforting routines.
Soon they'll sign an armistice,
but for years will have to dodge
the sniperfire of sudden recollection.
© David Lumsden, 2012
This poem was published in Tirra Lirra (Australia) and Aura (U.S.A).