New Poem by Naomi Foyle
Spring, and I am nothing but weather.
The logic of squalls, piercing traffic
and hills. Cold cheeks, fresh as milk
on the doorstep. Sunshine, wholly other
in the sky’s shifting calendar
where days drop from November into March,
or steal into April from August, then scarper,
leaving me tending the faint threat of fire,
warming the perfume of earth-nurtured pearls.
And if my scarf is still grey, the shades
are milder now, their iron jaw-lines shaved
by the soft edge of a feather as it whirls
on your lambkin-scented breath into my hair,
whispering of downy winds, the skinning of the year.
Naomi Foyle’s first collection, The Night Pavilion, was an Autumn 2008 Poetry Book Society Recommendation. It was followed in 2010 by Grace of the Gamblers, an illustrated ballad pamphlet, and The World Cup, all from Waterloo Press. Naomi has collaborated with artists and musicians on projects including the award-winning videopoem Good Definition and the Canadian chamber opera Hush. Her short prose has appeared widely, and her first novel, Seoul Survivors, is represented by John Parker of Zeno Agency. She is currently living in Brighton and has just completed a Creative Writing doctorate at Bangor University.