Their Prints
Moths, ghosts, this house is full of them,
we live with waves of silence but their life
roars enormous through our rooms –
hung on walls, stuffed in bookcases, leaking
from wounded suitcases tied with string.
So easy for them to get lost.
They inhabit a world I see from a distance
but can’t yet join. I might press some digit to connect
or perhaps thread words to tumble them back,
all talking, arguing. It rained last night,
and the dead came down with the drops
to meet at a terminal where the land
is flat and windblown (it really belongs
to the birds). The quiet stores their smiles.
Sally Festing is part of 4×4, a group adding music and visuals to their Aldebrugh event on 3 November, 4.15-5.15pm. Doors Opening and Font were published last year. www.sallyfesting.info and www.saltmarshpoetry.co.uk