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Sunday, 9 August 2020

Suburban Song by Elizabeth Richmond Riddell

Now all the dogs with folded paws
Stare at the lowering sky
This is the hour when women hear
Their lives go ticking by.

The baker’s horse with rattling hooves
Upon the windy hill
Mocks the thunder in the heart
Of women sitting still.

The poppies in the garden turn
Their faces to the sand
And tears upon the sewing fall
And on the stranger’s hand.

Flap flap the washing flies
To meet the starting hail
Close the door on love and hang
The key upon the nail.


Date: 1959

By: Elizabeth Richmond Riddell (1910-1998)