Sun, this morning. Low in the sky. Brightening
those nooks of the kitchen usually kept in shade
or electric shadow. I keep out of it.
Mud clumps streak the lino like mountains.
The chasm where I dropped the knife,
point first, pools with an unusual darkness.
Justine Chamberlain is a Creative Writing Master’s degree student in the Manchester Writing School, specialising in poetry. Her blog can be found here and you can follow her on Twitter @justineswriting.