Stars between the black branches
a rustling in the hedge
silently, the wall collapses
of the house behind me where you sleep
in the loft. My
hand reaching out at night will never
except in a grandchild
the stars fluttering in the tree-tops future toys.
Poem by Peter Riley (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 37.
Peter Riley was born into an environment of working people in the Manchester area in 1940 and now lives in retirement in Hebden Bridge, having previously lived in Cambridge for many years. He has been a teacher, bookseller, and a few other things and is the author of some fifteen books of poetry, and two of prose concerning travel and music. His most recent book is The Glacial Stairway (Carcanet 2011). He contributes reviews of new poetry to the website The Fortnightly Review regularly.
Image: "Sitting out" by Steve Garner.