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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Feature image from Pexel
