Abegail Morley

Garden of Remembrance

I didn’t think there’d be others. We traipse past
I love you Mum white carnations, keep walking
round the square, one step behind the family

looking where we dare, but fearful of every flower head,
each petal playing its part. You’d have hated it.
I was thinking we’d never find you, had to look at every label

and when I see your name it doesn’t sound the same
now you’re not here to acknowledge it.
It kind of folds in my mouth and belongs to nothing.

Abegail Morley (© Writer Pictures)

Abegail Morley is guest poetry editor at The New Writer. Her collection How to Pour Madness into a Teacup was shortlisted for the Forward Prize Best First Collection. Her work appears in a wide range of journals such as The Frogmore Papers, the Financial Times, Iota, Other Poetry, The SHOp, and The Spectator and also in a number of anthologies including Did I Tell You: 101 Poems for Children in Need, Balancing Act and The Forward Book of Poetry.

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