Losslit contributor:
Imogen Russell Williams

Imogen Russell Williams is a former theatre director, who now works as a children’s book critic, writing for the Guardian, the Metro and the TLS, and as a freelance editor.

Sestina

For my father An owl was hooting in the tree-filled night. By the old embers, which I could not stir To yellow flame, I made my own small glow Smoking a cigarette, near my father’s chair. (He would not have approved.)  The inner light Of evening in the house makes cobwebs grey.