Poetry for the soul

The Friday poem: “My thoughts on the end of love and caravans this Friday” by Talia Marshall

New verse by Riwaka writer Talia Marshall.



My thoughts on the end of love and caravans this Friday


At first love is the caravan

and you are inside it

playing cards


and the gas lamp is burning

and everyone inside the caravan is happy

and unbearable


Then you only go to the caravan sometimes


Then you are outside the caravan



Then they pull the blinds down


and it gets even darker outside

not inside

that’s not possible


Now you know

deep down

where there is knowing nothing


you’ll never see those happy people

playing cards again

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