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Sally Festing

The walls are very thin up here, sky, birds -

I'd grab if I could their Norfolk idiom

stuff it in my pocket to trickle out

and listen in. The sun floods rectangles

into the room and I’m imagining

you now at the RA, your face raised

to Anish Kapor's hovering wall-full.

Think of a big yellow belly button!


I woke and heard your feet pad from Whitehall

to Picadilly. Remember? we'd glut

our eyes, then head for coffee. You'll like the blood

slugged at white space, the great rope of it circling

far into the future. Oh my darling

these birds tear heart and soul out of thin air.

From Issue 11 of 14 magazine, February 2011