Wednesday, 27 August 2014

The Temps

Before I had my daughter I was always doing evening classes; tap dancing, French, computer networking, yoga, all sorts. One class I attended was the WEA writing course in Northwood Hills, while there I managed to get one of my poems published in a Katabasis volume entitled 'Work'. The poem is called 'The Temps'. I was on a fixed term contract when I wrote it, but am now in a permanent post and much happier in my work.

The Temps by Lorna Finnigan

This place is like a railway station
So many people come and go
Some you vaguely recognise
Some you barely know
I suppose it's to remind us all
Just how brief our lives will be
It makes you feel quite desolate

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