Tooth fairy St Bride’s day, the row of candles stand blessed, and the snowdrops, more haphazard yet still as full of cradled promise, wait under the moon outside your window as I, slipper footed swap first tooth for a single coin weighing much more than it should. Enamel, milk-like soft as your still-baby face with the gap which has opened up between us. Outside, blackbird breaks the snow’s silence and, deep within the hedgerow, a nest is already being built.
Alice Watson is a new poet, a priest, and a mother to young children based in Northamptonshire, England. She is inspired by the natural world and her faith. She has had work published in Earth and Altar and Dreich. She chats about faith, ministry, and feminism (amongst other things) on Twitter @alicelydiajoy.