Ann Pilling

Novelist and Poet

Today’s Paper

Today’s Paper
(June 17 th 2017)

Inside, two pages mirror one another.
Was this clever
or was it pasted up without thinking?
On the left a charred facade, a fretwork
of long black oblongs, on the right
a lattice of photos, some blanks.

It is too soon, too cashing-in,
to write about the fire so here I sit
in a London park with pigeons round my feet.

Someone said once, avoid big themes
don’t do the Holocaust, but if you must
pluck from the Alps of hair
a single ribbon on a child’s pigtail.

Money keeps pouring in, nappies and blankets,
No more donations please, we have no storage,
it will all rot when it rains, but everyone prays
in their own way. I sit here on scorched grass
with pigeons round my feet, not writing about the fire.

Ann Pilling, June 2017