‘Prime’ and other poems by Peggie Gallagher

‘Prime’ and other poems by Peggie Gallagher

Parlour   A bolthole, a room half elsewhere adrift in distant grandeur, where breath condenses between damask drapes and the wing of a mahogany table. Where an ear might catch the scratch of a pen, a girl trawling the depths of an inkwell pouring words, slippery as a river of fish spilling loose of their [...]