The Church - AM Spence

A frosty afternoon,

in floating fog,

off a main road covered

by ice, both sides of

grass thick with frost,

I am looking at stain glass.

A bare tree has

ice-roots and ice

-twigs, and at the end

of an ice

-path a stone cross reappears,

then disappears.

AM Spence was born in Manchester, England. She read literature as an undergraduate at The University of Manchester, where in 2009 she completed her MA in creative writing. Her first collection, Reflect, was published last year.

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