Hogging the Blanket
She removes her clothing,
cradles the naked girl
shielding her from the cold winds bite,
offering love of a different kind.
Knowing critics enter an open window,
indifferent to those observing
selfless intent, through dignified silence.
Those detractors that would
shake a pretty flower
into an ugly stem
to place on public display.
The gutless bastards that would
weave an itchy blanket
from the fibers of an ill-spun yarn
to throw over innocence.
She knows they come,
yet gladly hogs the blanket,
offering the damsel a fresh robe,
before standing bare to those
that see beyond the fabric.
© David Ratcliffe
About the Author
David Ratcliffe hails from the north of England. He writes poetry, short stories, song lyrics & Stage plays. One of his plays ‘Intervention’ is currently with a theater company in London. He is also a keen painter in both watercolour and oils.
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