This is the poem that was short listed for the Paragram Poetry Prize – I’m delighted to say I’ve been invited to Covent Garden to read this poem and the long listed ‘Hobgoblin Trees’
the fragrance of his shaving gel.
He carries an iPad.
The first thing to leave
is the light of his eyes.
I touch his absence;
a disembodied voice, ‘see you later.’
There are magical contortions
made by dust motes,
they swirl in the sunbeams that
pour through the east window,
and echo, ‘later, later.
I still feel the tweed jacket,
rough against my fingers,
it lingers with his shadow in the room.
Polly Robinson © 2013
Shortlisted for the Paragram Poetry Prize 2013