THE NORTHERN WOOD There was a crack that ran right through the landscape, where the trees stood bare - a solemn flaw that winter cold exposed. Frost spread its stars across the wall; she fingered their strange patterns, bright in the sombre morning. Mindful of how some took for granted her belonging she had stayed on, content with their accommodation, though aware of never being quite what they believed she was. A shift of light had changed the music. Resuming her uncharted way, she saw how green persisted under the naked trees and hoped their dark deposit of dead leaves would soon be webbed with snowdrops.
Tony Lucas has lived and worked in inner South London for many years. Hs work has been published both in the UK and America, with the most recent collection of his work, Unsettled Accounts, issued by Stairwell Books in 2015.
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