Type
Poetry

Madingley

I hear no birds at night
through thick concrete
and the lack is critical.

But walking out beyond
M road and A roads,
to a church burial ground

beneath yews and cedars,
a jay is loud with presence
and moves freely across

the grass, between stones.
I close my eyes hard to make
night speak out of sunlight.

 

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John Kinsella’s new work includes the story collection Pushing Back (Transit Lounge, 2021), Saussure's Kaleidoscope Graphology Drawing-Poems (Five Islands Press/Apothecary Archive, 2021) and The Ascension of Sheep: Collected Poems Volume 1 (UWAP, 2022).

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