The Shoemaker Writes at his Window
Today I write to tell you I saw Sarah again
her neck curved, each move of ballet grace
I took her calfskin shoe and placed a warm,
innocent foot on plain paper to trace
Then, as now, she is moved to speak of the patterns,
and shapes of signs that make us die or live
She laughed and mentioned that when six, Karsula,
the cow chased her down the neighbours field
so she learned not to cry out loud when running
We smiled and told stories of weddings – mine
clean fresh water and a simple soup, hers, herrings,
apples, and a plain sponge cake
We kissed cheeks and said, ‘Let’s meet again’
for we have become scratchy voices on tapes
a pair of weekend monuments for bored picnics
while out of sight, the shoes stack again
John Alwyine-Mosely is a poet from Bristol, England who is new to published poetry. Recent work has also appeared in Stare’s Nest, York Mix, Clear Poetry, Nutshells and Nuggets. Three drops from a cauldron, Street Cake, Screech Owl, The Ground, Aphelion, Uneven Floor,The Lake, Morphrog and Yellow Chair Review. Website: https://publishedpoems.wordpress.com