A Stillness You Must Have Touched
by lawrence moore
The village unworthy, their gaze unceasing, all boatlets run aground, beyond repair,
you left us to ourselves
and joined the wild,
hoping to find in silence
what was lost in a crowded room.
Part of me feels envy for a stillness you must have touched
upon its passing. We almost pressed it together once,
the barley field
and the baffling winter sky.
Now this world you choose to flee from
pulls you closer as you evade all risk of love.
Lawrence Moore has been writing poems - some silly, some serious - since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Sarasvati, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind and The Madrigal. His first collection, Aerial Sweetshop, was published by Alien Buddha Press in January 2022. @LawrenceMooreUK