Friday, April 5, 2013

Day 4

The prompt:
Take the title of your poem from an Iain Banks spaceship name

"Armchair Traveller"

The atlases were stacked
to the ceiling in some places,
and the maps were all packed;
no time for last embraces.

"Farewell, my sad and lonely hovel,"
he said, and opened a novel.

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