Poems by Noel Williams (UK) Published in issue 40 of The Ofi Press
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Fog rolls in voluptuous round the gatepost. Luxurious fingers loop the iron of the chain of the swing, tracing – chipped in the roundabout’s rust - who hearts and who forks who. . Burnt tyre, brown as dog’s breath, fog insinuates. Where grass smears into cement, it seeps from some spilt imagination, exhaling dreams, a cloak around me.
There is no fumbling creature at its heart. Nothing stumbling. Nothing scared. Nothing but quiet, the voice of quiet. No tread of a bare foot on concrete. |
Noel Williams is published in magazines including Envoi, Wasafiri, Iota, The North and Rialto. He’s won several prizes, with four nominations for the Forward Prize. He's co-editor of Antiphon magazine (antiphon.org.uk) and Reviews Editor for Orbis (www.orbisjournal.com). Cinnamon Press published his first collection, Out of Breath in 2014. Website: http://noelwilliams.wordpress.com/
Image: "Rusty White Bench" by Halfrain.