i wrote
he choked like the pebbles in the rivers throat
and
his tears sound like the rings of saturn falling
i wrote
i wonder when they’ll find me
i wrote
something about the weather
and
rain drops on bus windows
and
the smell of rusholme in the summer
i wrote
something
something
something about the shape of yew trees
i wrote
home
and
stopped for a while
i wrote
you are the river that flows through me
and
you hold an ocean in your open mouth
i wrote
you are the mountain
and
i love you
and
i still love you
i wrote
sand
and
washed up on your shores
i wrote
he smoked cigarettes
and
drank lager
i wrote
he built an instrument from wood
and
sculpted clay
i wrote
her poetry
and
she wrote mine
i wrote
reflections of reflections on water
and
the positions of the sun
i wrote
the eastern hills turn blue at dusk
i wrote
silence
and
listened to the hum
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Bill Sutton is from the Lake District, Cumbria and is currently based in Manchester.
He is a multi-media artist who works in film, music and poetry.
His poetry contains themes of nature and mental health, often together.
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