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Tracey Herd
GLASS HOUSE
GLASS HOUSE
GLASS HOUSE
This is the mansion that God willed meAnd no other. The ceiling is glass
And the sky is unreadable
And what pass for stars stare blankly
At something just over my shoulder and I
Am standing in the grand hall of mirrors
Like a chess-piece on the tiled floor;
A blind and insignificant player in a game
That the other has already won but I
Am trapped on my square while you
Are making love to another who is
Shivering but not with the cold
And I am laid bare against the world.
© 2006, Tracey Herd
Tracey Herd
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1968)
Tracy Herd was born in 1968 in East Kilbride. She now lives in Dundee where she works as a bookseller. She won an Eric Gregory Award in 1993, and was the recipient of two Scottish Arts Council Bursaries in 1995 and 2004. Her first collection, No Hiding Place, Bloodaxe 1996, was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection, and her second collection, Dead Redhead (Bloodaxe 2001) w...
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GLASS HOUSE
This is the mansion that God willed meAnd no other. The ceiling is glass
And the sky is unreadable
And what pass for stars stare blankly
At something just over my shoulder and I
Am standing in the grand hall of mirrors
Like a chess-piece on the tiled floor;
A blind and insignificant player in a game
That the other has already won but I
Am trapped on my square while you
Are making love to another who is
Shivering but not with the cold
And I am laid bare against the world.
GLASS HOUSE
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