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Tess Jolly: a poem



The Aftermath


Today the moon holds out for a few more seconds

and the nightingales open their beaks wider to sing


and the wasps calibrate more intricate patterns

and the hawk maps new fissures of light


and the wolf barks an invitation

and the beetles bore their galleries into the grain


and the swamp tugs more urgently at the source of the river

and the forest imagines a different story


and the canopy holds itself open for longer

and the rain, when it falls, falls faster than it has ever dared


and the thistles are slick with it from root to spire

and caught in the thick of it, nipped right down


to the quick of it. I wait for the aftermath –

and nothing happens, and nothing happens, and nothing happens.



Tess Jolly has published two pamphlets: Touchpapers (Eyewear) and Thus the Blue Hour Comes (Indigo Dreams). Her first full collection, Breakfast at the Origami Café, was published in 2020 by Blue Diode Press. She lives with her family on the south coast of the UK, where she runs her freelance editing business and facilitates creative writing workshops for children and young people. You can find here here: www.poemsandproofs.co.uk

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