This site will feature a different poem by Andrew Forster every month.
For May, here's a poem from Andrew's first collection Fear of Thunder, published by Flamabrd Press in 2007. It's one of a series of poems about childhood that form the first section of the book.
If she couldn’t play the game she wanted
she wouldn’t play: just sat on the kerb,
skin like alabaster, smoky eyes
staring beyond the cramped brick terraces.
The first on the street with a colour TV,
she wouldn’t allow me in her house
but let me watch ‘Black Beauty’ through the window,
a drift of greens and reds that made no sense.
Afterwards, she played the horse, with me
the stumbling stable boy trying to catch her,
dark mane flying as she galloped through
the open field of the cul-de-sac.
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