Pauline Rowe/A J Wilkinson, Vestige
Punctum
Against the safety glass
a childish arrow is fixed
with deliberate study.
You can’t look away
from the bullseye,
the child’s vermilion ‘O’
a mouth of grief,
a love letter for a mother
who refuses to read it.
Perhaps a warning to the faeries
to stay away?
Or a confession of intent
to paralyse every witness ––
to fix them in the circle of blood
stuck on the picture window.