Longlisted Poem 2015

Amber Rollinson

King Edward’s School, Bath


Light falls on the table
Catches little nicks with a brush of yellow
The dust settles and drifts and drifts and settles to the far
corners of the room
There are coins all over the room
Rings of oak, trawling in a soft, unending grain hold
shadows in minute creases, scratches below the surface
A cratered wooden moon

Pen to paper
Ink is flowing and flown, stopping and starting as the cartridge
The cap has lost its click and the rubber grip is a yellowed white
A biodegradable plastic barrel is stained and dotted with ink
and past dents. Greyed by pencil graphite in a metal tin
Scrawling words

Fingers write
Brushing dry skin over a dry page
Letters struggle to imprint themselves in the soft flesh of his
lightly freckled arm
There are constellations on those arms
The open window brings dust. It settles like film
over the ridges and slants of an elbow,
resting on smooth bone
picked clean like driftwood on a grinning pebbled beach
Grey hair, humming hairs, meeting shirt sleeves with a sigh
The smell of cotton and feathery oiled hands
Scratching unruled dendrons
Tufts of grass on a dry rock

© Amber Rollinson

Project Details

  • Date May 26, 2015
  • Tags 2015 Cells - Longlisted Poems