James Coghill

 

Suns

 
How long has it been buried -
No one knew -
But it was rising -
On summer streets -
Tyres bursting,
Taps turned on flow steam.
 
People living in houses
With tin foil cladding,
Heard news
About something wrong -
Fusion underground and another sun -
Now the core is rising under us
Light is seeping from the soil
In torn threads,
Deemed daylight, sewing it together again -
While the roses in my garden grew
Symmetrical -
Along the mirror line surface soil,
Leaf for leaf,
With flowers where roots should have been.

 

 

James was a commended Foyle Young Poet in 2006 and 2007.

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