January Light by Imogen Forster


Imogen Forster lives in Edinburgh. She has an MA in Writing Poetry from Newcastle University, and is a translator from French and Spanish.











January Light


Four o’clock, and the sun

strikes slant into our eyes.

There’s a pond, and a patch

of reeds, rattling their dry

prelude to falling dusk;

in the wind-clang

small flocks of birds,

passing and perching.


Three male bullfinches

drop into a rowan.

Their livery of black,

grey and pink is so

so neat, so clean,

it reminds me of a child’s

wooden puzzle,

cut with a fretsaw

and sanded smooth.


A party of redwing flies

into the wood, rusty flanks

we feel we could blow on

as if they were embers,

warming us into spring.

Imogen Forster