Nick Whittle Artist




Poems

Atlantic

Bernard

Brixton Blues Bus Kiss

Clouds

For Taava

Full Moon

Life Jacket

Manchester

My Land

The Annunciation

Under the Sun

Watching Fireflies







The Annunciation
2007



Every evening
you turn lights off
and quietly open the patio door
counting four or five
sometimes six
certain of their return
night after night
catching moths if they're quick
and speeding to shadow
once sensing your stare.

Lying in your grandmother's bed
after making love
you notice one disappearing
behind her photograph
convinced it had been watching.

You tell me the legend of the white lizard
and ask whether l think it true
“I hope it is. In a few months we'll know for sure.”