Their Prints Moths, ghosts, my house is full of them. I live with waves of silence but the lives roar enormous through my rooms – hung on walls, stuffed in bookcases, leaking from wounded suitcases tied with string. It rained last night, and the dead came down with the drops – to gather where the land is flat and windblown. The quiet stores their smiles. I press my finger where theirs have been, thread words to tumble them back, all talking, arguing.     pub Ink, Sweat & Tears Sally’s fifth collection will be coming out in March 2019 POEMS published in Acumen, Agenda, Ambit, Assent, Critical Quarterly, Coffee House, Dream Catcher, Envoi, Equinox, Frogmore, Ink Sweat and Tears, Interpreter's House, Iota, Links, Magma, New Welsh Review, The North, Obsessed with Pipework, Orbis, Outposts, The Poets’ Republic, Poetry Nottingham, Poetry Review, Seam,The Shop, Smith's Knoll, The Spectator, Stand, Staple, The Times, Under the Radar, The Wolf, Wordplay, “14”.  
Sally Festing