Anne Stewart

I tell people it’s always there now

your presence, as though switched on somehow.

How every hour has become my miss-you hour
and I’m warm with you beside me. Right now

I feel your hand rest easy in my palm.
all your bright days gone,

your dour and tut-and-fidget days behind you.

Your toughest hour has all the iron within me
burnished to warmest amber,

shaped to a circle, a frame I see our picture in;
that one we’re laughing in, arms

around each other’s shoulders,
questioning:

Where does the one end
and the other begin?

Anne Stewart founded and runs the online poet showcase www.poetrypf.co.uk and is administrator for Second Light, a network of women poets. Her UK collection is The Janus Hour (Oversteps Books). She has two short Eng/Rom collections with publishers in Bucharest. Her awards include The Bridport Prize, The Southport Prize, Silver Wyvern (Poetry on the Lake, Italy) and a Hawthornden Fellowship.