Requesting gems of sugared ginger,
skin pricked with bruises, pale
and loose on her bones –
at some point, since we’re in March,
the month of her birthday and mine,
she penned a card for me
from her hospital bed, before
the lights went out on the ward
and springtime for everyone.
A single pound for a clutch
of unopened daffodil buds, waiting
for her to brighten the season again.
About the Contributor
My name is Nathan Fidler, I’m 29 years old, I currently live in Nottingham and work as a copywriter. My previous work has been published in Interpreter’s House, The North and Orbis.
Downshifting - Adrian Buckner
Sometimes quiet, sometimes comical, Downshifting covers numerous themes, one of them - here and there - is loss and how we remember people and places.
More from Issue Eight:
- Calendar Girls by Max Wilkinson
- Mushroom Speed Boosts by Ben Reynolds
- Sestina by Imogen Russell Williams
- Under the Maple Roots by Joshua Bealson
- Snow, Sunday, Late February by James O’Neill
- Not Waving, but Washing by Tabitha Siklos
- Kites by Ben Gwalchmai
- A tribute to austerity by Sanmeet Kaur
- Something like the beginning of love by Olga Dermott-Bond
- Why is it Called a Thunderstorm, When it’s the Lightning That Kills You? by Katt Thompson
- My Greenland Halibut by Amanda Oosthuizen
- Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by Emma Venables