Ellen Crofton

And there’s a white wall

And I stare at the noise,

Painting hollow words into

An unplastered past.

And there’s a white wall

And it’s quiet this time;

A peaceful quiet,

Not the quiet that

Doubt sways from

Or sadness sings to

And then it's no longer white;

Renovated, re-plastered, repainted

And there’s now this calming noise,

A white noise.


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University of Bristol