I was captivated by this poem in a new Nine Arches pamphlet and thought (having gained permission from the publisher and the author) to share it here.
Something Moved
He smiled from inside the metal door.
I’ll see you at home he said, and
didn’t kiss me.
Listening carefully one day
something moved
and I felt hot with the first surge of what
it felt like to live branchlessly.
Now, whenever the day brightens
suddenly, like a tin-foil-flash,
I know the world is dark elsewhere.
Ruth Larbey
Funglish
Nine Arches, 2010
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