This poem is taken from Stand 232, 19(4) January - March 2022.

Hannah Lowe Two Poems

Chinese Wall Hangings

After he died, I took them from his wall,
each with its pair of songbirds: pink silk plumes
and silver beaks. I hung them on my wall.
In Brixton, if anyone asked, I called them heirlooms
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