I’m so excited to share this poem with you.
This is the title poem to my new, working collection ‘A mountain that is your grief you can’t utter’. Thank you to the Cardiff Review for publishing it! I’ve posted an extract below, and a link to the full poem beneath.
I wanted to follow it — though I was going home to a house of light.
I stared, hard. The stars
wouldn’t come forward
and I looked a long time
from the mouth of the bridge, feeling for a mountain,
with the dark bearing down, like a wing.
Read the full poem here: https://www.cardiffreview.com/single-post/2019/07/28/A-mountain-that-is-your-grief-you-cant-utter