The Quayside, Newcastle upon Tyne Did she call out to them? There behind the curtain – she has opened the casement window and is standing wrapped in shadow above the lighted street. They look up towards her, caught in conversation, feet chilling on the damp cobbles. The quayside shines behind them: buildings, rail tracks, river, bridge opalescent and dark pearl like the colours of a psalm: wings of dove covered with silver its pinions of green gold. Do you remember the dove cot we came across in the Vale, the shimmer of slate and feathery grasses? We couldn’t find the doves. You put your hand on my back to draw me close afraid that I might fly away. Anne Symons After a career teaching deaf children and adults Anne Symons began writing poetry in retirement. Her work has been published in Orbis, Obsessed with Pipework, The Ekphrastic Review, Agenda, Poetry Salzburg Review and The Atlanta Review. She is currently studying for an MA in Writing Poetry with Newcastle University and the Poetry School, London.
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June 2025
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