mid- August scree
bootset to rock stack, sheer
…………under its wedged weight
my own
………..sends each stone
down by half a pace,
………..glance up to map
a path not there, just
…………you above, you don’t
look back……. I slip,
…………feel heart rate leap
and clutch one-handed
…………into bilberries
that aren’t yet ripe
Jean Atkin’s new collection ‘How Time is in Fields’ is forthcoming from IDP in spring 2019. Previous publications include ‘Not Lost Since Last Time’ (Oversteps Books). Recent work appears in The Rialto, Magma, Lighthouse, Agenda and Ambit. She works as a poet in education and community and is currently Troubadour of the Hills for Ledbury Poetry Festival. www.jeanatkin.com
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I only recently discovered Jean Atkin. This is a lovely example of her work.
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Robin, how lovely of you to post this! Made my day!
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