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,
Remodelled,
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 Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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