WALLS
Through the
walls
my
neighbours
make love.
Her cries
cling
like the
trail of snails
upon the
kitchen floor,
clear,
transparent,
hard to
brush off,
as I lie
empty in the
night.
This poem was first published in Joe Soap's Canoe and was included in the Grandchildren of Albion anthology. It was performed on BBC Radio 4 for which I received a cheque for less than £10. I didn't cash it, but kept it as a souvenir to show my grandchildren.
