Slivers
by Anne-Marie Draycott
Slivers
Yesterday I dropped a glass
on the kitchen floor.
I picked up the larger pieces
with my fingers,
swept up the smaller shards
with a dustpan & brush.
Yet glittering slivers remain,
destined to pierce my skin
as I pad barefoot
to make a cup of tea.
This is how it feels
to love you.


Really great! Such an emotionally evocative turn at the end!