READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, February 27

Readers' poetry
Readers' poetry

This week we have poems from Jon Mecham and Gillian Fisher.

A FOOTSTEP

The sound of a footstep

Echoes down the marble corridor

No one appears

No one is there

A clink of iron on stone

The rattle of armour plate

Shifting, Creaking

Clattering, like a tambourine

Another step

Moving closer, louder

And another

A face obscured in shadow

More steps

He passes by

Fading

Disappearing

A soldier forgotten in time

Lingers here

Buried in the walls

Wandering

JON MECHAM

DEW DIAMONDS DIDN’T FREEZE

Diamonds of dew on park railings glitter –
but with sunlight. Jack Frost has had the night off.
Tree branches are umber, almost black and bitter.
All birds except rooks and crows, obstinately scoff

at them for nest sites, in the strengthening daylight.
Just one or two weeks back, 7am was dawn.
The thawing soil, and air conspire to incide
the year’s first flowers to raise stems and be born.

GILLIAN FISHER