At the bottom of these eyes, there is a quiet stirring
as streets wake up and mornings fall abruptly between us.
We were prising open a memory
with the blunt scissors of noon,
when our lone child leapt from these arms
across a season’s unfaithfulness,
introducing a silence heavier than bone.
Foy Timms is a poet/writer based in Reading, Berkshire, U.K. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Hypnopomp, Merak Magazine, North of Oxford, Peeking Cat Poetry, Pulp Poets Press and Twist in Time, among others. She is preoccupied with themes such as British towns/villages and the sociopolitical dimensions of living spaces. Twitter: @FoyTimms
This poem appeared in Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest Issue 3 the Darkness and the Light (November 2019)