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Draft: Phases

by Amy Unsworth

The geese stitch the night with their cries
and the cold seeps through the layers
upon layers, wool, silk, skin, muscle.

Forget the moon in her longing. Who
can bear to be reminded of the immensity
of loneliness, her cold white face.

The cold white sheets spread clean
across our bed. The laundry in tidy
piles: five socks, the fifth folding

in on itself, waiting. The days
add minutes, in beginning and ending.
The dark, a cipher, un-coding.

Our dogs snarl and snap then stretch,
returning to sleep, the down
rises like glacial peaks worn smooth.


Tim Mayo said...


I like this very much. Very clean lines and images. Thank you for posting this.

Tim Mayo

Amy D. Unsworth said...

Thanks for reading, Tim!

Mess In A Dress said...

I see that you posted this back in January, but I'm just now finding your blog, so I hope you read this.

It has been a long time since I've read a poem that's made me want to write. After reading your words, I am inspired. Thank you for a lovely poem.

bazza said...

Hi Amy, I found this blog randomly.
I don't write poetry but I talk about it a lot on my blog.
Drop by and say hello!

Mairi said...

I just discovered your blog. Phases is beautiful. I'll be very interested to see what you think needs to be done to it.

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