Satya Bosman is a poet and Editor of the Black Cat Poetry Press.

She lives in Kent, England with her dog Rollo.

Her poetry has been featured in Dreich Magazine, the Soorploom Press, The Kent and Sussex Poetry Society, Duckhead Journal, The Lake, Paddler Press, The Galway Review, A New Ulster & Southlight amongst others. She is currently working on her debut pamphlet.

A couple walking past my house

They’re in step, he a bit taller
she wrapped up warm. A favourite shawl, I think.

The air is crisp, they’re both huddled
their hope part concealed. A few more years

to tend to the allotment? Its sunflowers,
ripening broad beans and French peas

to water the houseplants, the favourite by the window
the one positioned to get all the sun

to sit on Friday evenings by the fire,
and to say we’ve had a good run.

The Farm

For Aubrey and Joseph

Running around on the farm in the Cape
outdoors until dark, the night crammed with stars
the sound of cicadas clicking clicking
Raiding the kitchen pantry for sugar,
normally in packs of powdered jelly
that stained our tongues and fingers red and blue

Trying on my grandmother’s wigs for size,
reading the same few books over again.
I couldn’t pronounce Joseph so Jovis
you became. I’ve written stories for you;
Jovis and Aubrey went into business
and now own most of the town, and the farm

I keep the picture of us, my long lost
friends, looking out for me behind the glass