My head bowed under the rafters 
I make a start in the attic's advantage, 
the lowered lamp, a cushion 
deleting the daylight, but I'm given 
to climbing out onto the flat roof 
leaving my papers, my books, 
the closed doors and closed windows, 
for those dark sayings 
that have no hinges to swing 
towards what they mean, and so 
are more like song, more necessary. 
I'd rise like this, day after day, 
above the strain of hard angles, servant's quarters, 
clarifying the openness of your face, 
love, and this generous sky.
Rachael Boast

from Sidereal (London: Picador, 2011)

Used by permission of the publisher and the author.
Rachael Boast

Born in Suffolk in 1975, Rachael Boast studied literature and philosophy at Wolverhampton University and then relocated to the West Country for ten years. In 2005 she moved to St Andrews to begin an MLit in Creative Writing and  her PhD was an examination of poetic technique with reference to The Book of Job. Her work has appeared in several magazines, including Archipelago, Markings and The Yellow Nib, and anthologies, including The Heart as Origami (Rising Fire Press), Stolen Weather (Castle House Press) and Addicted to Brightness (Long Lunch Press). She currently divides her time between Bristol and Fife. Her first collection, Sidereal, was published by Picador in May 2011 and won the Forward Prize for Best First Collection. This was followed by Pilgrim's Flower (Picador) in 2013 and Void Studies (Picador) in 2016.

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