Natalie Shaw




Night punting to standstill

We could see nothing
Except the fizz
Of our cigarettes

We did not know
Where the edge of the water
Met the boat, or bank

Our eyes were shut
Or not, we couldn’t
Tell, and anyway

We didn’t care
We had no coins
We were going

Nowhere; we trailed
Our fingers through
The plashy Cam

We pushed ourselves
Through the night
And it was heaven



Natalie Shaw lives and works in London. She has a kind husband and children of varying sizes. Her poetry has been published widely in journals and anthologies and she is currently editing a book of poems inspired by artist Natalie Sirett’s Medusa & Her Sisters series of drawings.

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