Poem of the Month
Selected by David Underdown who also writes the commentary.
The Way Home
by Liz Berry
Take me among the poplars
where beeches surrender to a path of gold;
before the silver birch,
its slender body tongued by the mouth of dusk.
Take my hand in yours as the path disappears
and do not turn from me
when I kneel to bury my old life in the wet earth,
the life I wept for those nights, the one I dreamt I would lose.
For our boy is waiting inside me,
his love a green bud, and nothing matters now but this,
this autumn afternoon in a singing copse
where we will lay ourselves down
like copper leaves,
that he may never step upon anything but light.
