Tuesday Poem: "The Guest Room" by P.J. Harvey

One gray dove circles the ruins.

A jet heads to the base.

A boy sings to the bird.

He carries a blue gas cannister.

Where shall I go?

I have no home.

I had a place

but guests came

and they remained.

Where shall I go?

He leads us through the village.

One cockerel. A pile of shoes

outside a curtained door.

We sit on orange cushions.

Children bring us tea and bread.

I wish we had brought gifts.

I hope we know when to leave.

by P. J. Harvey

Polly Jean Harvey, MBE (born 9 October 1969), known as PJ Harvey, is an English musician, singer-songwriter, writer, poet, and composer. Primarily known as a vocalist and guitarist, she is also proficient with a wide range of instruments.

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