Jean Atkin

 

 

 
Grass Verge Near Soissons

Under wheels, leaves flash a fallen sunlight
in the lanes.  Cold farms
are hung with hoarfrost

and stiff sheets.  We stop for water
by an orchard, pinch two pears
from over the ditch.

Their skins are bronze,
a little rough,
flesh sweet.

Jean Atkin works as a poet, and lives in Shropshire. Her first collection Not Lost Since Last Time is published by Oversteps Books. She has also published four pamphlets and a children’s novel, The Crow House. She is Poet in Residence for Wenlock Poetry Festival 2015.   www.jeanatkin.com

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