Drummond Street

Home is a cold place

so I can put fuzzy slippers on my feet.

Home is a loud place

I like to talk over songs and TV.

Home is a person, he comes home to me;

home is emotion: feel still and safety;

home is sit stiff-backed, dress comfy, drink tea;

home tastes like deodorant sprayed into the air

and it smells like Drummond Street.

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This short poem was written as part of the ‘Alphabet Superset‘ programme: it is quick work and is unedited. This week I wrote two poems: you decide which is better.