#FF Poem of the Week

Into the Abyss by David Harsent, winner of the 2015 T S Eliot prize Night

A little deeper and she’ll lose the light. At first

the surface is just touchable – shadows that might be clouds

or birds in flight… She sets her face to the skim


to get the last of the world she came from, some slight

sense of voices fading as she slips

from almost-day to almost-night, grey-green shading


first to blue, then more than blue, then to a blue never seen

by anyone but her, and that slow drift into darkness set to sever

all that she owned or wanted, all she had ever been.


Read about David on his website