SENTINEL POETRY #26 Online Magazine Monthly, January 2005

HEATHER FLOOD

 

Into Autumn

 

Schools go back and summer reappears

(We didn’t really have one, you see).

Soon caretakers clatter crossly around the place

Still in t-shirts with spanners saying

How you can’t please everyone.

And the heating is on one day,

Not the next.

Now the tiniest wing-like leafy emanations

Are collecting everywhere, none bigger than

A dry skin flake.

They are in the soap and on the bath sponge,

Anywhere within a window’s reach.

Larger leaves begin kerb-crawling

A colour pageant scarcely noticed by adults

Until, perhaps, one day,

A tennis ball-coloured cast-off

From a beech tree leaning chummily close to the road,

Catches the eye, luminous,

And causes the involuntarily movement of a hand,

Reaching, returned to childhood.

 

 

Heather Flood is from Glasgow. She had a poem published in the 1980 New Poetry, the PEN anthology, edited that year by Ted Hughes. She had poems published in the eighties in a number of Scottish publications, Renfrew Line being one. In recent years she has focused on prose. She teaches English in a Kent school.

 

 

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