John Newson




Interpretation of Signs

This morning I pray for a sign,
knuckles paled by the knot
of tightly woven fingers;
outside the mackerel sky mirrors their whiteness.

I check the butter dish for Jesus’
face amid the melted and congealed scrapes
that cling to the glazed corners.
Last night’s leftover salmon jellifies
on a plate by the overfilled sink.

I replace the lid,
return the butter to its darkness;
I tip the salmon into the pedal bin
and crawl back into the belly of the bed.



John Newson lives in the Wiltshire countryside where he enjoys spending time with his wife and two children.  He has work published with Anima Poetry, Avatar Review, Rotary Dial, The Lyric, The Moth and others.

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