Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house… were members of Borough Press shuffling their books around trying to decide what to read over the winter break – and out of this, came our poetic alter-egos, who have created five beautiful spine poems for you, inspired by the season itself!

 

Ore Agbaje-Williams, Assistant Editor

 

Stay with me, beloved

This modern love, for everyone.

 

All the light we cannot see, days without end

In the midst of winter, perfect silence.

 

Against everything, the atlas of beauty

Snow falling on cedars, the silent companions.

 

Tenth of December, invisible man

 

 

 

Ann Bissell, Publicity Director, Commissioning

 

The day that went missing

Bird summons, angel

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suzie Doore, Publishing Director

 

I am, I am, I am

The fact of a body

The road into the woods

The left hand of darkness

 

You don’t love me yet:

I still dream, I’m still here

Only ever yours

 

 

Autumn, force of nature:

Why did you lie?

The thing about December,

Naked, perfect…

Beautiful ruins,

Never let me go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter.

What if…if this be treason?

The distance between us when we were bad.

Misery.

When will there be good news?

 

 

 

 

Charlotte Cray, Commissioning Editor

 

 

What she ate, chocolates for breakfast

Funny girl, clever girl.

Look at me

The accidental peach

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carla Josephson, Commissioning Editor

 

 

The party, the humans

Little fires everywhere, a spot of bother

May we be forgiven the sense of an ending

To rise again at a decent hour

Hot milk, a separate peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

From all of us at The Borough Press, happy holidays!

 

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