Marking the Place The red route of the A5 lies across the pages of our life like a silk ribbon marking the place: Betws, honeymoon rained off; Wrexham snowed in, out of work, in love, you fixing the roof at Llanarmon; Bridgnorth, changing nappies in a lay-by; the chiropractor cracking bones in Shrewsbury. … Continue reading Two poems by Stephen Boyce
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A poem by Stephen Boyce
Two Step Your footfall on the roof tiles is no more than the skittering of starlings, jackdaws pecking at lichen. What are you doing up there among pincushions of moss, in the night air? I reach for you wanting to lift you up cradle you as you let the hammer drop, moonlight shimmering where … Continue reading A poem by Stephen Boyce
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