River

For my cousin, Suzy Barratt

 

It was just so:

suddenly the air was soft mown grass

although the tower blocks, the shouting and the dogs

held the evening ugly

 

a smile pulled my face

and I stepped into an afternoon

and we were there

beside the hawthorn and warm cow parsley

 

I saw you leap the gate, I saw you

leave your shoes and run

through thistles in the cowpat field

the sun and you and birdsong in me

 

these are not my feet walking

this is not my mouth speaking

this is not my shadow, my shiver

I am in the fields with you

by the river

 

 

 

 

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About sophiewellstood

Teacher and writer, sometimes the other way around. Some of my writing is traditionally published and in bookshops, as well as online. I've put some poems for younger people / lapsed adults here, and some proper swearing. I hope you enjoy.
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