This is Where
the grass-seeds quiver, and the sky
bends to the curve of the sea.
She asks me to close my eyes.
I listen to the wind rattle the fields
and remember the boy who fucked me
in a bed of barley pearls.
I remember his friend with the deep-deep
laugh I wanted to kiss,
I see the church full of people;
the boy in the aisle, his slow step pace
as he carried his friend in the coffin.
It’s surprising how much earth it takes.
Anita Bell lives with her family on the Somerset/ Wiltshire border near Frome. She complete the MA in Creative Writing at Bath Spa University in 2014 and attends a monthly seminar group with The Poetry School. Two of her poems were published in the 2016 Summer edition of Under the Radar.