| WFR POETRY |
| WFR POETRY |
Prey
by Rebecca Faulkner
a handful of hangers on at the wake
uncles shabby in black & that kestrel is back
perched on the fence near the wet washing judging
the mud on my dress shoes my arms full
of finger sandwiches & the toll of church bells
behind me muted cries from the schoolyard
a Monday breeze as I whisper before the casket
there is no-one to blame for rain at the funeral
for a son’s share of an inheritance his sister polishing
silver in the cellar her fingers clasped in prayer
no harm in believing this is what Mum wanted
before she shuffled off her possessions picked over
a carriage clock candlesticks sunbleached on the mantle
carving up the curtains crimson thread clinging to the knife
through the kitchen window I hear the falcon drag its dead
onto the grass crying first in hunger then in triumph
Rebecca Faulkner is a London-born poet and arts educator based in Brooklyn. The author of Permit Me to Write My Own Ending (Write Bloody Press, 2023), her work appears in New York Quarterly, Solstice Magazine, The Maine Review, CALYX Press, Berkeley Poetry Review, and elsewhere. She is the 2022 winner of Sand Hills Literary Magazine’s National Poetry Contest, and the 2021 Prometheus Unbound Poetry Competition. Rebecca was a 2021 Poetry Fellow at the Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts. She holds a BA in English Literature & Theatre Studies from the University of Leeds, and a Ph.D. from the University of London. She is currently at work on her second collection, exploring female identity and artistic endeavor. rebeccafaulknerpoet.com.