Me and Mrs. Fisher – Laura Potts
The world lit its lights
and hung pearls in our eyes
like trembling moons
under darkling stars.
The night
saw the city asleep
and aslope
as the land fell away to the left and the right,
the sight of the globes in your eyes
nightjars in pale pools of light.
I remember you
walking the walls
the moon in your stride
the dizzy tomorrows
full in your smile,
a starlight for two,
the glowing darkness
and you,
all the days of my life.
After that,
the hills candled bright.
Fifty years away
and we are still in this place,
where a distant future, beautiful,
chimes.
Laura Potts, twice-named a Foyle Young Poet, was shortlisted in The Oxford Brookes Poetry Prize and nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2017. She was also named a Poetry Business New Poet and became one of the BBC’s New Voices. Her first BBC radio drama Sweet The Mourning Dew was broadcast at Christmas 2017′.