Rose Flint, poet/artist, works with poetry in healthcare settings as Lead Writer for the Kingfisher Project in Salisbury. She teaches Creative Writing for Therapeutic Purposes at Bristol University. Her poem The Field won the Cardiff International Poetry Competition in 2008.
Lily left in a flooding month but only once I saw the Moon
and she was caught in the fur of the midnight city
like a white ghost bur twitched from a dream’s seagrasses.
Then nothing. Only the nightly count, the empty cup.
Days or weeks I was on the road, on the hill, on my way
till I came round a corner and she’d come clear, risen up
full from the valley to rest on a woolsack of clouds
where she watched the city’s scurrying bullion; guinea brass
to her silver coin. And this Moon is questioning me:
how am I spending my time? I’m going too fast, forgetting
tonight, in one of the hours of her long lidded night
she’ll look through the window of my daughter Lily
in Mexico City, pour her silvers over her sleeping,
soothe the cicadas, the clicking Spanish guitars.
Later rain will muffle Moon under his coat and bundle her
into the deep cave of the mind where she’ll lie unseen
and subversive. So far she’s always escaped, in time.
Next month I’ll keep better watch. Ask her to come
lit in a white flame dress
that spills love to the world’s four corners.
I’ll call her out with a cry/poem/prayer: Moon, Moon
this misty city can’t make anything out of your night currency
but I’ll do a trade with you. I’ll set my cup in the window
of every month and sing you into its circle
if you will gift my daughter with a good dream
as she lies sleeping in the City of Magic Possibilities.
Poem published in collection, Mother of Pearl, PS Avalon, 2008.
Mother of Pearl, PS Avalon, 2008, ISBN 978-0-9552786-6-2 £10;
Nekyia, Stride,2003, ISBN 1-900152-89-4 £8.50, available from Rose Flint
Firesigns, Poetry Salzburg, 2004, ISBN 3-901993-16-9 £8.95
Blue Horse of Morning, Seren, 1991, ISBN 1-85411-053-5, available from Rose Flint at £5
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