november, this window grows crowded with
an apple, halved avocado, tangerine, sprig of mint.
a ginger root man, a cork, a silver dollar and a hard rubber egg (where did that come from?).
an old yellow zippo, a ufo book, a penny pipe from the thames.
a bracelet and a figure in need of some paint.
a jar of french mustard, that’s lasted all year.
a bulb of spanish garlic, sprouting.
and a cube of hard wood sits here, with the words ‘isis suckling horus’ printed on it.
a compass that i won for orienteering, a wedding ring and eighty-six pence.
a hand labelled bottle of homemade sloe gin. a black banana, a peg for a tent.
a yale key (for what door?), a plectrum.
a sachet of cinnamon powder. a porcupine quill from a friend.
an egg cup bearing the legend ‘nantes‘ (though i’ve never been).
a well-thumbed copy of Roud’s English Year, a sphere of sea glass, a plastic doll’s head.
a peculiar coaster with a map of berlin. a postcard that i meant to send.
a boy in a jar, a laundry receipt, another laundry receipt and a pen.