POEM Rosie Shepperd

NWR Issue 108

January at the House in Charles Street, Just Before Dusk

You told me how you worried about those great fat chestnuts,
popping and splitting open; bubbling in something.

Honestly it was just another, richer part of themselves
that became another, sweeter part of us and ourselves.

The earthenware bowl winked its brave, uneven glaze
into the fire and the small white beauty of your room...

This poem is a preview from Rosie Shepperd’s debut collection, The Man at the Corner Table, to be published by Seren in June. She was shortlisted for the 2013 Forward Prize for best single poem and won second prize in the 2013 Cardiff International Poetry Competition. Her poems have been published in the UK, Ireland, the US and continental Europe.

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