The Sweet Track
On boards on the bones
in the peat
and by canoe,
all places hallowed and holy as limestone
and the angels
numerous
as leaves, like mirrors
high in the mind’s
black branches,
the silver
lining conscience —
‘I’ll line your heart with mine,
a winding
sounds in the ear
like an eel
a little figure’
stands on the plinth of the page.
Sam Wilson Fletcher was born in Lewisham and studied at Oxford and Harvard. His poems have found homes in Magma, Die Leere Mitte, The Learned Pig, NOON, Adjacent Pineapple and the forthcoming Seren anthology, 100 Poems to Save the Earth. This summer he’ll be poet-in-residence on board a boat exploring the Canadian Arctic. He lives in Berlin.
The Kindling 