Poetry Wednesday

AdcockAlright, I know it’s supposed to be Poetry Monday, but I was busy babysitting.

Here is a poem by Fleur Adcock:


There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse
and worse.