that someone could mean something by Holly Conant

Poetry

and yet you hang the words

friend   respect   empathy

on a washing line of noose rope

alongside your towels and bedding

 

how the birds flock

beaking their sweetness

words falling to the ground

worms gathering to a bed

 

you said they weren’t towels

they were white flags

we’ll never know

now the moths have come

 

they hungered for the moon

couldn’t reach it

but they saw your sheets

gave off no light


Holly is a new writer and mature student currently studying at the University of Leeds. Her poems have been published since January 2021 by Ink, Sweat & Tears, Anti-Heroin Chic, Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis, Dreich and more, as well as appearing in a number of anthologies.