At twilight she is still sitting with the book in her hand,
staring through the window, looking for snow.
Have you seen my horse? she says, eyes wild
with loss. I smile, brush her hair. She purrs.
She cups my face. I know you, she whispers,
have you stolen my horse? I cover her hands with mine
and we stare a while, nose to nose. I know you.
Her lips twitch, try to find the forgotten shape
of my name. I tell her, but she shrugs and turns
to the window, expecting snow.
Lesley Ingram was born in Doncaster and lives in Ledbury. She is studying a PhD in Yorkshire Dialect poetry, and her first collection is to be published by Cinnamon Press in 2015.
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