Winter, by Judith Trustman

It is winter, my love,
And rain falls on you
Wind turns you inside out
But you are already out
Of your country
Out  there  in Calais
In Leros
In Syria
In Iraq
In Afghanistan
In our world
In our fields
Our minds and our hearts

It is winter, my love
Can we blank it out?
The mud and the wet
Searches for you
But no one else does
Under blankets
Under paper
Under fire
And you tell us that.

Underneath our joy
Your sad life
In winter


Judith Trustman has had poetry published in The North, The Interpreter’s House, Counsel Magazine, The Times and has been shortlisted for the Plough Prize, Short Category 2006.  She lives on the borders of Wales where she is a member of Border Poets.

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