A Word

1 November 2012

I want a word with you
but I don’t know which one.
Love is too thick, too rich,
a fly drowning in red wine.

I want a small, careful word
to tuck away in my pocket
with some spare change and a lighter,
so it’s there when I need it.

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Eleanor Lamb

About Eleanor Lamb


Eleanor Lamb is currently in her final year of a Bachelor of Arts at Melbourne University, completing a double major in Creative Writing and Literature.



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2 Responses to A Word

  1. Joseph Misuraca says:
    November 1, 2012 at 7:20 pm

    Nice poem. I really like the final line of the first stanza and the second stanza’s great :)

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  2. Holly says:
    November 1, 2012 at 8:57 pm

    I love this.
    I particularly like the potentiality of the last line. It leaves me wondering.

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