The hunter’s trophies
hung on walls
floored in halls
glorified guardians
of a time gone by,
an age before
when tails and silk dresses danced and chattered.
Dust havens now
locking in the ghosts
of animals and men long dead,
long silenced,
mothballed
and museumed into heritage.
© Sheila Ash, 2014
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