One Poem by Kate Young

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

When Apathy Comes Calling

Undercover, uninvited
I slip beneath doors,
silent as odourless gas,
drawn to a couple, remote.

She is wallpaper,
her outline just a pattern
on the periphery of time
as if made of chalk,

a single puff
and she will be erased
as particles of dust
in a smother of inertia.

He is solid,
a bulk of spongy flesh
she no longer cares to caress,
preferring instead to lean on wood.

Eyes wide,
she stares at a mundane
wall of beige
collapsed at the waist, folded.

Eyes closed,
he takes a long drag
on dregs of days,
the swill of gin, the swallow.

Edging in
I roll up my sleeves,
ready for battle,
the usual spatter of silence.


Kate Young lives in Kent with her husband and has been passionate about poetry and literature since childhood. Over the last few years she has returned to writing and has had success with poems published in webzines in Britain and internationally. She particularly enjoys responding to Ekphrastic challenges. Kate is presently editing her work and setting up her website.

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