Notification

They pay you a visit,

after eight days,

when neighbours complain

of wet walls.

Splinter your door,

heavy footfall

in your one room.

Hear the tap dripping,

see drops bounce and reel

towards the brink,

slip over the edge,

pool on your floor.

So much of it,

that you almost float

water cushioning your fall.

Clare Hepworth-Wain is just starting, this year, to send her poems out and has had them published on the Poetry School Blog, in Nutshells and Nuggets and in the Ex Libris pamphlet Voices and Memory.