Accidental
Yesterday I forgot you entirely ‒ well almost. I forgot
how you died at least, and today I realise I might have, in error,
sliced the roots of the rose you love, and in the low-setting sun
can almost forgive myself. But not quite.
I know you flinch like sea stopped on the beach, pooling
itself like a myth in the cold, and February’s naked air slowly realises
its been struck by you jumping from a quiet cliff,
mid-week, when everything is supposed to be ordinary.
Abegail Morley‘s recent collection is The Skin Diary (Nine Arches). Her debut was shortlisted for the Forward Prize. She was“One of the Five British Poets to Watch in 2017” (Huffington Post), edits The Poetry Shed and is co-editor of Against the Grain Poetry Press.