Tuesday 22 May 2018

Poem by Victoria Pickup

Victoria Pickup studied a BA in English and MA in Creative Writing at Loughborough University. A freelance writer for seven years, she continued to write creatively and in 2008 won the CafĂ© Writer’s Award with a poem inspired by travels in Bosnia: ‘The Chicken that Saved my Children.’ She was shortlisted for the Poetic Republic (MAG) poetry award in 2009 & 2010. Victoria now lives in Hampshire with her husband, three children and, of course, a pet chicken. 

This moment too

Will be forgotten.

Through the foggy bedroom landscape 
And a muted dawn chorus
Curtains grow lighter
As the prospect of another day looms
Spent slumping over an empty coffee mug.

Snatched naps and
Fearful awakenings
Numbed by a cool breeze. 
The perpetual state of weary bouncing,
Which darkness brings with hushed sing song,
Lingers in aching joints.

And of you, 
Sacred, nocturnal child,
All I will take forwards
Is the day you placed your hands on my face
And kissed me. 

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