poetry pRO
The Magician in Me
Eng/Rom anthology, 5 poets, 2018
ppf SHOP ONLINE
MEMBERS’ COMPS & CALLS May27: Frogmore
MEMBERS’ EVENTS/VENUES Oct: Shortlands Poetry Circle 13th & 27th (live), 19th (online); North West Kent Stanza, 21st
see/hear: YouTube poetry p f playlist – Jane Kirwan reading her poem The House at the End of the Beach
Every day the world is beloved by me, the seagull eager
for its perch. I woke this morning to a darkened room,
my soul stabled at the gate. We grow older, quieter,
hearing degrees of movement, distance, and the dead
would listen if they could to the voices of the living
as bedrock listens to the ocean. I listen to the waves,
trying to make them go one, two, one, two, to hear
what Virginia Woolf heard. But she heard it in memory,
darling memory that delineates. One, two, one, two,
and all the variable intervals in between surrendering
to ‘the very integer’ Alice Oswald rhymed with water,
creating a thumb hole through which to see the world.
Light fluctuates and my soul fluctuates like a jellyfish
underwater. My hand throws animal shadows on paper
and there, outlined, is a single goat, black and white,
standing on top of the mountain, like a tiny church.