in Poetry


First, assume an attitude of welcome;
Whatever sunrise brings, it must be borne.
We descended the sun’s ladder when we came here,
To shed our dress of fire and become.

The shades must be drawn back, the light enlarge
The borders of the morning like a dream.
Those flat white walls must open to the future.
Do not permit the fear to stop you falling

Against the space between you and the window;
You will hang there like a dragonfly,
The leaf of your brief body waterborne.
Stretch out your hands as if unfolding linen:

The morning must be shaken dry of sleep.
If no words come, remember each day’s lesson:
Lift me from dark water to the sunlight,
Until the water rises, and I slip.


Ben Morgan is an Oxford-based writer interested in fairytale, myth and tragedy. He has a DPhil in Shakespeare studies from Oxford where he still teaches drama and literature.

His sequence ‘Medea in Corinth: Poems, Prayers, Letters and a Curse’, retelling ‘Medea’ through sonnets, prayers and drama, is published by Poetry Salzburg (see: He is working on a Shakespeare monograph, and a novel about a mother’s loss of a child.