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Nobody home
Dan Power
Now it’s stopped ringing the doorbell sounds wrong. The teaspoon is dry at the side of the kettle. Your dressing gown hangs like a fish from its hook and on the ceiling, a moth pulls its grey curtains shut. This is our flat, our box of things. Our cupboard of jars all emptied and preserved, our cupboard of shoes, a whole stampede. Letters on the doormat. A fresh pile of snow. Your red apples waiting in the glass apple bowl.
Dan Power was shortlisted for the Edwin Morgan Poetry Award. His poems have appeared in Poetry Ireland, Magma, Wet Grain, and more. Dan is the editor of visual poetry publisher Trickhouse Press. His pamphlet Memory Foam was published by Doomsday Press in 2023.
