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New Poem by Sheenagh Pugh

Eyewear is celebrating its 5th birthday by featuring surprise appearances by poets gifting the blog with new poems. I am very pleased to start the week with a new poem by Sheenagh Pugh. Her collection of poetry, Stonelight (1999) won the Wales Book of the Year award in 2000. She has twice won the Cardiff International Poetry Competition. Her collection of poetry The Beautiful Lie (Seren, 2002) was shortlisted for the Whitbread Prize and the collection The Movement of Bodies (Seren, 2005) was selected as a Poetry Book Society recommendation and also shortlisted for the T S Eliot Prize.


Living In A Snow Globe



Not so much a white-out
as a white-in, a dense swirl,

flinders idling, spinning out the fall,
filling the eye's field, muffling

all sound beyond a circle shrinking
to the point where you stand, slowly

turning, thinking you might be
living in a snow globe, a glass

curve that distorts and distances
the outside, the small silenced township,

while, this side of the wall, a whole landscape
turns upside down around one figure

fixed in a shaking flux and unsure
where here is, or how to get out.

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