We come back each week
strangers to ourselves
going round in circles
of what if, if only –
taking turns to cry
white tissues the flags
of surrender, of solidarity.
Someone to do nothing with, that’s what I miss.
I say something new happening
is worse: the return
of the rose, flourishing careers
assiduous love prepared the ground for
that letting yourself one spring morning
into the house you cannot share.
Jeff Skinner, longlisted in this year’s Briefly Write Poetry Prize, has been published in a number of journals with poems to come in the Fenland Poetry Journal and Poetry Salzburg in 2022. Third in the 2021 Poetry Space competition, he has also been published in several competition anthologies.