'Delamere Forest'
Pinned in my mind,
the night you left me
alone in the forest.
Walking in winter:
sculptural trees,
muddy paths.
Pale winter sun
slips into the abyss
of a December night.
Faster than leaf fall,
engulfed in darkness,
mere a distant glimmer.
You ran for the car
to rescue us, take us
home to warmth and light.
A curl of memory
for me, something else
for you to forget.
Angela Topping
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