Sometimes you write a poem which is so thick with emotion you wonder whether you should push it out into the world. So it was with “Darkroom”, which is just about as personal as it’s possible to be in that it describes my dad working through a stash of the family photographs he took in the early 80s.
I won’t say any more – hopefully it will speak for itself. You can read it here.
I’m very grateful to Michael Bartholomew-Biggs, who edits London Grip’s New Poetry strand, for accepting it. I’d recommend reading through this issue – as always there are some excellent poems in there, including two by Stephen Bone and one by Imogen Forster, both of whom have appeared on Clear Poetry this year.
