I am a poet and folk/blues singer and was co-editor of Aireings Poetry Magazine for almost 12 years. Currently live and work in the Yorkshire Dales.
I used to know a woman
If you walk the southern road from Forest villages
to flat brown plains which press the snaking Severn,
there is a white house, upright, abandoned, its windows blind.
I used to know a woman there.
She afforded time in seconds,
her ceremonies meagre; she kept a neat house,
an ordinary husband, unremarkable children.
Beneath the barriers of flesh and skin,
another creature hungered.
I watched it coming, soft, wet eyes
swelling at the window , coo-ee mouth at the door,
loosening promises until its voice was raw. I hid from her.
One day she waded into the long perspectives
of slow brown river and faded sky,
scattering wild swans, slipping under the lazy wash,
then - nothing - the distant hum of traffic on a hot, black road.