The river took our skin

I've got a ticket to go and hear Kae Tempest, at the Assembly Rooms, in a couple of weeks time - really looking forward to the event ...

... thinking about it, has got me re-reading their last volume of poetry (2018, as pictured); and so here's a favourite from within:


Dartmoor on Mushrooms

My true love
Came on slowly
Asked for nothing
Till I gave her all
Found myself beside her
In the wood
Beneath
A mighty sprawl
Of moss-bound life
And splendour
Trees as Kings
The river took our skin
And kissed us
Cold and moaning
Blessed our love
And let our love
Begin

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Kate Tempest (1985 - )

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