Julia Webb is outside the feather factory

Feather Factory                

We kiss by the side of the feather factory,
the stench of singed wings
fills our noses and mouths.

We are nest-bound – tongues entwined,
pockets full of Swan Vestas and Players Number Six,
your nylon trousers spark to the rub.

Later the birds will haunt us:
their feathers will float around our heads,
pillow our eyes against the brightness of the day.



* Julia Webb has a degree in Creative Writing from Norwich University College of the Arts and is currently studying for an MA in Creative Writing at The University of East Anglia.

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