Poems by Noel Williams (UK)
Published in issue 40 of The Ofi Press
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.