Sometimes we are insects,
communicating with each other
from opposite ends
of a vast yellow field—
rubbing our wings, tapping our feet,
vibrating in the air.
I picture us as tiny creatures
rummaging in the tall grass. I know
that there’s someone out there
of my kind,
though it has been many years
and our acquaintance will never be
renewed. Yet you are still
in my life—faith without sight,
love without words.
Imogen Wade graduated from the University of Exeter with a degree in English Literature, with a year spent at Vassar College in New York. Her writing has received praise in the 2023 New Poets Prize, the Foyle Young Poet of the Year Award, the Plough Poetry Prize, the Winchester Poetry Festival Prize, the Wells Festival of Literature Poetry Competition, the Ware Open Poetry Competition, the E.H.P. Barnard Prize, the AUB International Poetry Prize and in multiple challenges run by the Young Poets Network. She has been published in Amsterdam Quarterly, The Poetry Review, Perverse, MONO and the new anthology Bi+ Lines. She is a qualified person-centred therapist and runs Velaris Counselling, a private online therapy service for women.
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