A Feather's Fall

Kate Bradley

I remain

entirely unremarkable,

No spark able

To escape

from the heavy soil

I stand in

I am

incapable

Of reminding you,

That there are galaxies beyond you

Beyond me, this thick

Atmosphere

This heavy mass here,

Sticks,

Like leather car seats

to fleshy thighs

In July

Sorry I,

Muddle burning you

With turning you

Towards me.

At least your rippled skin

Couldn't forget me or mine

My need to fly,

Hot wax boils us both

And the sharpness makes me laugh.

At least,

As breaths cease,

And rib cages fold in,

I’ll no longer wander

Where we could have been.

Kate (they/them) is a 19-year-old artist from Newcastle, now based in Glasgow. Their work engages with sensitivity, spirituality, and loss, encompassed in poetry, songwriting, and performance, rooting into a folk-style of storytelling. To see more of their work, follow them on Instagram @createbradley.