and so it is – cold, antifragile, divested as a spoon:
pebbledashing on a midlands crematorium,
the spurious phrase, born breach in the witches cave -
it came out blue and crying in the North,
by every fountain and in every tiled concourse:
that there will always be a little space
and a scrap of screaming moor
for the boy and his soaring hawk,
the footless king of love and law.
Amy Blakemore was a Foyle Young Poet of the Year in 2006 and 2007, and has since gone on to be published in a variety of zines and journals. She was named one of the 'top ten rising stars of British poetry' by The Guardian, and performed at Latitude Festival in 2011. Her debut pamphlet has been published by Luke Wright's Nasty Little Press.
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