Ahren Warner’s first collection, Confer (Bloodaxe Books, 2011), was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation and was shortlisted for both the Forward Prize for Best First Collection and the Michael Murphy Memorial Prize 2013. He was awarded an Eric Gregory Award in 2010 and an Arts Foundation Fellowship in 2012. His second collection, Pretty (Bloodaxe Books, 2013), was another Poetry Book Society Recommendation, as is his third collection, Hello. Your promise has been extracted (2017), which was also shortlisted for the Roehampton Poetry Prize 2018. He is Poetry Editor of Poetry London and Vice Chancellor’s Research Fellow at Loughborough University, and currently lives in London.
THE SKY IS SHUT PURPLE.
Snow stains their hands. Adam and Eve get
hot, noisy in the snow, on the lawn, all that is so often quiet.
They are in their own coral mist, in too much light. God is righteous snow.
The artist studies the screen, jumps at the hand on his shoulder.
It will snow. His face is infinite, his hands countless, these
thousands of snowflakes sharper. Everything is snow: his
brush, the smoke, trees.
Sometimes I see only my shoes drilling the whitewash. Blue
lace, bright ochre, fine fabric, brown leaves of snow. The artist
works in morning snow. The sky is a child running, laughing at
me, pulling a large woollen scarf. No?