Self Portrait in Green
I’ve got hair like beech leaves
hanging down off a bough.
My arms are long horizons,
farm land that stretches out and out.
My belly is one of many rolling fells.
My stretch marks are furrows ploughed
deep into my sides. I’ve got legs like
the moss-covered trunks of long-fallen Oaks.
My eyes are pebbles thick with algae in a shallow beck.
My longing is a Kestrel – hovering,
Surrounded by its
lies in the gutter
outside the butchers.
The raw sun
coating the yolk
with the same milky glaze
we saw in the eye
of the lamb we found
caught in a fence,
Joshua Judson is a poet from Nottingham. He is a former member of the Mouthy Poets
collective and is a member of the Barbican Young Poets community. His work has appeared
in Magma, The North, Brittle Star, and The Rialto, as well as online at The White Review.