There’s a poem in my window

 There’s a poem in my window 

There’s a poem in my window, shining 

top left, Honesty penny, a half crown newly minted 

looming through the gloom 

and suddenly the drear day brightens. 

Perhaps I will after all unwrap that canvas 

stark and daunting 

set it where some faint fingers of November light creep in 

squeeze careful blobs, turquoise orange gold 

bold palette 

take up the roller, paint knife, wet the brush 

and high board, tiptoe, tremble, 

take the plunge. 

November 14th 2025 Hounoux