Thursday, 24 August 2017

A poem by Julia Webb

gone


my halphead’s gone
I cannot fly him away my love
to the placid where he was borne
o fly my pretty pretty
he overnighted else the moon
fall from the tainted sun
opening out his day-shone eyes
my halphead my one of light
now in the only only mind
perhaps be back a little long
late of the day overs
he be blind sore love
he be weather-fingered
delighting in the pale
of the after after
my halphead’s gone
I looky later in lane bags
all down-up-down the road-bys
he jiggered straight out
with a nodular and a blithe
my halphead’s in his coat
all pample city over there
awaying his delicate home










Julia Webb is a graduate of The University of East Anglia's poetry MA. In 2011 she won The Poetry Society's Stanza competition. She is a poetry editor for Lighthouse. Her first collection Bird Sisters was published in 2016 by Nine Arches Press. She is working on her second collection. She lives in Norwich where she teaches creative writing.

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