Lady-in-the bath, Durchman's Breeches,
Bleeding heart: you're burdened
with so many names.
None of them seem right.
I fill a vase, milk-white like you.
Come down in the night for tea
I find your heart-shaped diodes
sending out soft lunar light.
If you have any comments on this poem, Gill McEvoy would be pleased
to hear from you.
details of Gill's latest collection, The
Shed, published by Cinnamon Press.