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Bob Beagrie: a poem

Photograph by Kev Howard

The Red String

Frost on the rooftiles;

the low afternoon

tongues the grooves.

Pleasure, tell me again,

twice over, so it will go in

this time, the legend

of the string of fate

in which our bodies

grow as transparent

as whispers, except

for the forest of veins

reaching beyond

what we think of as skin.

I make a pinky truce

with the fading light:

to wait for its return.

It tries to hang around

a few moments longer

but it slips on thin ice

off the sugar-coated roof.

Bob Beagrie has published numerous collections of poetry and several pamphlets, most recently And Then We Saw The Daughter of the Minotaur (The Black Light Engine Press 2020), Civil Insolencies (Smokestack 2019), Remnants, written with Jane Burn (Knives, Forks & Spoons Press (2019), This Game of Strangers, written with Jane Burn (Wyrd Harvest Press 2017), and Leasungspell (Smokestack 2016). His next collection, When We Wake We Think We’re Whalers from Eden, is due out from Stairwell Books in 2021. His work has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines and has been translated into Finnish, Urdu, Swedish, Dutch, Spanish, Estonian and Karelian. He lives in Middlesbrough and is a senior lecturer in creative writing at Teesside University.

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