Puddles
 
 
In the puddles water lies,
in the water stand the trees,
in the water there is sky,
reaching down as she can see
to where sky vanishes,
but what begins?
 
If she steps in
she’ll disappear,
go down and down
through clear, cold wet
till nothing will be left of here
(kitten in a sack plunged deep,
kitten only bubbles now).
 
Arms spread wide
like startled bird
she teeters
on the muddy ridge,
the puddles’ edge,
her small heart rapid,
trembling.
 
Don’t fall, don’t fall,
don/t ever let yourself fall in.

Gill McEvoy

A Selected Poems from Gill McEvoy: these, a group of carefully gathered together poems, represent my work so far though I have not this time included the darker poems from my previous collections.   It is published by Hedgehog Poetry Press and the release date in 1.2.2024. priced £10.99, 49 pages, ISBN number 978-1-916830-07-3.   Available from www.hedgehogpress.co.uk

If you have any thoughts about this poem or this publication,  Gill McEvoy  would be pleased to hear them