Naomi Foyle Page
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Poet Carol Rumens recently featured my poem ‘Your Summer Arm’ on her weekly blog for The Guardian. Here is the poem, and should you wish to witness the gladitorial contest that ensued … the link is below …
Your Summer Arm
Was it an odd sort of cricket
climbing my oak dresser? No ―
an emerald shield bug, you said,
watching as I tried to slide
a piece of A4 paper
beneath its crooked legs.
When a foot caught, and tore,
I thought we both might cry.
*
Where is grass to comfort that green?
Those sweet, young shoots
I slipped from their sheaths
and chewed with wobbly teeth?
Now, as we curl into bed,
outside in the whistling damp
the husk I dismembered today
begins to decay in the leaves.
*
This whirring of thoughts,
rustle of pages,
mean nothing to you
anymore.
Your breathing is so quiet,
I’d hardly know you were there
if it wasn’t for the glowing limb
buried in my hair.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/nov/24/poem-week-summer-arm-foyle
