Featured Poet: Kim Moore
Eyewear is very glad to welcome British poet Kim Moore (pictured) this sunny London day. Moore is 29 and works as a peripatetic brass teacher for Cumbria Music Service. She is in the final year of a part-time MA in Creative Writing at Manchester Metropolitan University. She has been published in The TLS, Poetry Review, The North, The Rialto and Ambit - all excellent places. She has read alongside Carol Ann Duffy in the Carol Ann Duffy and Friends readings at the Royal Exchange in Manchester and is the Reviews Editor for The Cadaverine. In 2010 she won the Geoffrey Dearmer prize and in 2011 won an Eric Gregory Award. Keep an eye out for her debut collection, she's one to watch!
Every night I go up and down,
tend the lamp. My life is metal.
The light does not behave
as it should, turns on itself
while rocks chew the water.
I set off in a boat at sunrise,
row for hours, but when I close
my eyes, I’m here again,
kneeling at your feet
and still you search the dunes
the light pushing through
the scrub like a wet-nosed dog,
leaving marks on windows
that could be breath, or rain.
Will I know your shape next time,
the trees like twists of grey,
the rocks chewing the water?
Remember how I followed
your light like a child, without
question, without answer?
poem by Kim Moore; published online with permission of the author