Emily Cooke
Back to the night garden after
yet another relapse
Onto the waning phase
Sunk to stone again,
Waiting for the never-ending
to end. But then
a simple message sent
I’m celebrating the moon
tonight, are you?
I sat outside
Dragged my hand across the page,
Inhaled the sky
I sat a while
Glad to see that one of us at least
was full
Emily Cooke is a Boltonian poet who has spent most of the last year in bed. Luckily this left plenty of time for writing and she has just started to send her work out into the wider world.
Briefly Write 