Let this poem be a Sunday morning – quiet light floods
the room; birds tuning up in the trees run through
a scribbled libretto of courtship and gossip.
Bring your coffee back to bed. Today anything’s possible, nothing
irredeemable. Sun warms the bones of the earth,
in mosques and parks people gather;
no fire claims a life, no terrorist owns a bridge.
Jeff Skinner’s poems have appeared in Stare’s Nest, Crowsfeet, Clear Poetry, Ground Poetry, The Open Mouse, Poetry News, and on a Guernsey bus. He was long listed in the Bridport competition in 2012 and shortlisted in the 2015 Wells Poetry Competition. He reads occasionally with Exeter Poets Uncut.