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Wolf Fell

You stand on the edge with your wife,
your balding head a wholesome colour
in the November sunshine. You are
taking a picture of Wolf Fell,
air-fuddled in the distance.

Here is the order in which these things shall be lost;
your remaining hair, the photograph, you, your wife,
this prominence, Wolf Fell, the air, the sunshine.

Copyright David Borrott. Reproduced by permission of the poet.  

David Borrott

David Borrott was born and grew up in Ilford, Essex. He has had numerous jobs (the best was fruit-picking) and travelled widely. He now lives in Lancashire with his partner and their three sons. He has an MA in Poetry from Manchester Metropolitan University. His pamphlet Porthole was published by smith|doorstop in 2015 as part of their Laureate’s Choice series.