The Blue Flowerpot

by Samuel Skuse

A stranger lives in the house I grew up in.
I don’t know why I didn’t expect that
But I didn’t.

Just like I didn’t expect them to have redecorated,
Removed everything I remembered.

Except a blue flowerpot,
Perched on the windowsill like a patient cat
Waiting for its owner to come home.

I remember my mum asking where did
That damn blue flowerpot ever get to?
And now I know

That it had to stay right there,
On a stranger’s windowsill
In a stranger’s house

To remind me that no matter what changes
Through a misty pane,
There will always be a blue flowerpot.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Student Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, SCR, and Staff. Current Executive Editors: Monim Wains and Siddiq Islam

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