POEM Kim Moore

NWR Issue 107

He Was the Forgotten Thing

From ‘How I Abandoned My Body To His Keeping’

He was the forgotten thing, the blackened tree

that doesn’t grow, that doesn’t fall, he was

the car that wouldn’t pull over, the tide coming in,

he was everything I put my heart against,

the low set and turn of heads when he entered a room,

he was buses roaring past like blind heroes,

he was stolen things...

Kim Moore’s pamphlet, If We Could Speak Like Wolves, was a winner in the 2012 Poetry Business Pamphlet Competition and was shortlisted for a Michael Marks Award. She won an Eric Gregory in 2011 and a New Writing North Award in 2014. Her first full-length collection, The Art of Falling, will be published by Seren in April. She works part-time as a Peripatetic Brass Teacher.

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