Published: a poem in Revolve:R edition 3

Delighted to be involved in the Revolve:R project for its third revolution. Read about the wonderful exploration of creative interpretation across artistic mediums My poem can be read at the link below, and will be responded to by another poet, in this case Chris McCabe. I've popped in the epigraph to my below too.

These masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettle, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
                                                   WB Yeats