The house of hidden hope
Nan hid her scotch under the sink.
Other secrets she slid between the floorboards.
I’m sad when I pass her old place,
its garden tarmacked for a Nissan car.
How easy to picture her face at the door.
How hidden everything behind her.
What’s left of her is lodged in corners,
wedged-in with mildewed money,
foxed books, broken toys
or tinselled gifts for other kids.
Peter Kenny is a poet, playwright and freelance writer working with humanitarian and health clients. His poetry publications include The Nightwork (Telltale Press 2014) and A Guernsey Double (Guernsey Arts Commission 2010), his plays are all black comedies, and include Wrong and A Glass of Nothing. He also writes horror short stories, most recent publication The Dark Fish appeared in Horla the home of intelligent horror (Nov 2018). He blogs at