The NS Poem: Walpurgis


A new poem by Fiona Sampson.

This after sunset summer
light is the closest
we can come
to the strangeness of a white
night its borrowed time

in which trees stand
motionless they
go blind without the sun
and on the hill a deer
coughs again

exploratory
in the June night as bats
veer between power lines
while someone’s radio
far downstream

might be illusion
as if sound misplaced
itself when everything
fell out of step
in the incomprehensible

bright dark and out
of the woods the festive
children could
come jiving and drumming
dressed for carnival

Fiona Sampson’s most recent book is In Search of Mary Shelley (Profile). Her eighth poetry collection, Come Down, will be published by Corsair in February.

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