Location (For Emily)
I don’t know what kind of world welcomed you.
I sit here, blinking over a blank page, mind coffee frothed,
while the sky breaks open, and wheeling gulls call for attention.
We try to tessellate everything, all we’ve ever wanted,
all we’ve ever known. The handmade bricks, the sunlight
pressed into earth, pressed into something else again and again.
The doors fashioned from tilting trees, the city’s pitch and glitter.
The creeped out days when walls lean close, and we are small
and made of glass. It hurts so much to live the way that we do.
Dark drops easily here, and places ooze into us, we who set fires
and cast grits of resin. We who mutate like caterpillars, cocooned
for far too long, never knowing what our transformations will bring.
It is all here, with us.
…………………………………..The unreturned library books, the small key
you offered to open your heart for, the stethoscope that confirms
that everything goes on. You are always here, come in after midnight,
and hear a small voice whispering, I thought you might like this.
Alison Jones is a teacher, and writer with work published in a variety of places, from Proletarian Poetry and The Interpreter’s House, to The Green Parent Magazine and The Guardian. She has a particular interest in the role of nature in literature and is a champion of contemporary poetry in the secondary school classroom. Her pamphlet, ‘Heartwood’ was published by Indigo Dreams in 2018, with a second pamphlet. ‘Omega’ forthcoming in 2019.
Dear Alison Jones,
My name is Mark Evans and i am an Assistant Librarian at the National
Library of Wales in Aberystwyth, Ceredigion, Wales, UK.
I am currently cataloguing a book entitled “Heartwood”.
To assist us with our author catalogue would it be possible for you to send us an e-mail address so we can send a author enquiry form to you via an attachment?
Many thanks in advance for your assistance.
National Library of Wales