Jane Wilkinson


Your location

Round the corner I hear you
coming I hear you coming
round the corner of the barn
I arrange my arms and legs
I hear around the corner
of the barn the gravel’s tough
back teeth working doggedly
on splintering a bone
I spin up a cloud
of smoke to be within
position myself beneath the salty buttered light
farm manure bellows cold pools like clouds of sound rising slowly as the milky way
we gather like water
and ripple open





Jane Wilkinson was short listed for Lo and Behold the Poetry School’s micro-commission 2014 and has a response poem to a Shakespeare sonnet in 154 anthology 2016. She lives in London with her family and is a Landscape Architect.

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