From the Frosted Fire Firsts pamphlet series
Neil Richards, author of Wings made from the muscle of a river, lives in Worcester and has been writing poetry since 2016. He has been published in journals including Ink Sweat and Tears, Eyeflash, Reach Poetry, and Critical Quarterly. He performs at poetry nights throughout the country and headlined at the 2018 Cheltenham Poetry Festival.
The following poems appear in Neil’s pamphlet.
This poem is gunmetal grey
after Rishi Dastidar’s “Gunmetal”
The dawn is gunmetal grey.
The dawn is the hammer that hits the pin.
The sun is gunmetal grey.
The sun is a barrelling flame of hot gas.
The night is gunmetal grey.
On impact it ripples then fractures.
The stars are gunmetal grey.
The stars are a hole the size of a grapefruit.
The sea is gunmetal grey.
Broken down and reassembled by a single minded moon.
In Welsh an f changes into a v
the way a flower becomes a beak in a bad translation.
Unchained from oak, from meadow-sweet, from broom
then kicked out of woman.
Now you are a prison with a heart for a face,
wings made from the muscle of a river.
A voice that unhinges the night.
The owl swallows her prey whole.