On October 3rd I moved from London to Colchester. In Castle Park the trees were also in a state of flux and so I wrote this short poem.
When we arrived the new town
was dressing itself in autumn
kicking a golden slipper
out from behind green curtains
flaring scarlet underskirts
to let us know it would be beautiful
flipping each leaf over like a card
and every one a winner
reminding us that boxes
could play alone with their shadows
and the season would unfurl
like an old cat waking up in sunlight
most alive most radiant at this,
the beginning of its dying.
The brilliant Eventus Magazine, which publishes stories and interviews relating to travel, has just featured a piece I wrote on Iceland. Also worth reading is Sean Rowland’s story ‘A Home Unknown’ about returning to his birthplace of Quito, Ecuador, which he left when he was three years old.