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Night Writing

Preview of ‘New and Collected Poems for Children’ to be published by Faber in Autumn 2009

Night Writing

Only a neat margin of moonlight
there at the curtain’s edge.
The room like a dark page.
I lie in bed.

        Silence is ink.
The sound of my breath dips in
and out. So I begin
night writing. The stars type themselves
far out in space.

        Who would guess,
to look at my sleeping face,
the rhymes and tall tales I invent?
Here be dragons; children lost
in the wood; three wishes; the wicked
and the good.

        Read my lips.
The small hours are poems.
Dawn is a rubber.