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Relics

On the windowsill

My grandfather's inkwell -

A thank-you for services rendered in the war -

Watches me as I go down the stairs.

Pedantically, I straighten it each time.

As if it mattered.

And it does.

This is the only link

Between his silent self and me.

No difference then to Cutherbert's wooden altar;

Each reminding me there is no other.

Brian Hick September 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 14.10.23