Devon
by and published in Edition Ten of Pomegranate
(for David and David)
All night we tried to make words,
From fire, something from nothing,
Your swan necks like the backs of trees.
Bent double, my men
Who I hang from half fallen.
Shrubs and double vision,
We sing on the clifftop,
Near the hut filled with empty crabs:
Hear my sleeping parents cut each other
Up with eyes, to count the wedding rings inside.
Harriet Moore
Harriet Moore has been published by Magma and Pomegranate, and she also recorded with Poetcasting for the Pomegranate audio issue. She is a second year at UCL studying English Literature and is President of the UCL Young Writers Society, which is a lot of hard work but means she gets to have open mic nights in her basement in Mile End and drink red wine on the Union’s budget.