POEM Deryn Rees-Jones

NWR Issue 120


(in memory of Julia Damassa Tobin, 1966–2018)

Do you remember, Julia, that night
you found me on Lonpobty without keys?
Midnight, drunken midnight, stars broken, the moon –
old battered, shiny, word-enamoured friend.
We were 18, 19, 20. Nobody really counted
years or days. Glow-worms, fireflies, the
liquefaction of your clothes….

This is a preview poem from Deryn Rees-Jones’ latest collection, Erato, due from Seren in June. Julia Damassa Tobin was an actor and theatre director with whom the poet studied in Bangor in the 1980s. Deryn’s new book about the Portuguese artist, Paula Rego: The Art of Story, is due from Thames & Hudson in November.

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