Here’s me holding you on the terrace,
overlooking the river – St Paul’s
in the distance, Grandma eating ice cream

before we listen: harpsichord, kora,
the lit cathedral swimming.
Nothing in this world was ever truly over

is how the story ends, a novel’s last line
that feels so right, I gather it up,
a simple scroll chain, place it carefully

with the pictures in this box I found
for you to open now and then.

About the Author

Jeff’s poems have been published in anthologies and in many journals, most recently in Poetry News and Ink, Sweat and Tears. He was commended in the last Sonnet or Not competition. He volunteers at his local food bank and in an Oxfam bookshop, listens to music, watches football, reads, writes.