• Bookshop
  • News
  • Login
  • Donate
  • Programmes
    • Young Writers Programme
    • Young Writers Festival
    • Summer residential
    • Folio Mentorships
    • National Writing Day
  • Writers
    • Our ambassadors
    • Who we work with
    • Becoming a First Story writer
  • Schools
    • Partner schools HUB
    • Free writing resources
    • BBC Teach x First Story resources
    • Becoming a First Story partner school
  • Locations
    • North of England
    • East Midlands
    • Greater London
  • About
    • About us
    • Our impact
    • Staff and trustees
    • Vacancies
  • Support
    • Ways to support
    • Make a donation
  • Menu
  • Skip to left header navigation
  • Skip to right header navigation
  • Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer

First Story

England's leading creative writing charity for young people

  • Bookshop
  • News
  • Login
  • Donate
  • Programmes
    • Young Writers Programme
    • Young Writers Festival
    • Summer residential
    • Folio Mentorships
    • National Writing Day
  • Writers
    • Our ambassadors
    • Who we work with
    • Becoming a First Story writer
  • Schools
    • Partner schools HUB
    • Free writing resources
    • BBC Teach x First Story resources
    • Becoming a First Story partner school
  • Locations
    • North of England
    • East Midlands
    • Greater London
  • About
    • About us
    • Our impact
    • Staff and trustees
    • Vacancies
  • Support
    • Ways to support
    • Make a donation

‘A Pleasure’
by Grace Power

Nottingham Academy, Greenwood Road, Nottingham, 2018

 What a pleasure it is
to walk beneath a sun that
once touched your skin and
to feel it touch mine.
Looking up at the clouds I mark
the shapes into which they unravel
and wonder at the clouds that
must have unravelled across the sky
above your head.
I think about what
you might have said to
the moon, late at night
while you sat on the roof of
your neighbour’s house
pouring brandy down
your throat. Sometimes
I ask it (the moon)
but it keeps your secrets well.
I cannot comprehend
how you convinced the stars
to hold their gossiping tongues
and keep from me the
music that must have
passed from your lips
into the sky
for whenever I look up
they are whispering and giggling
amongst themselves.
Never silent, they fall
away from one another
in feud, only to fall
together again soon after.
Are we like the stars?
Will it take only a fall
to bring me to you
once more? What a
pleasure it will be to
find out.

Above Footer

First Story's funders include

Footer

Contact us

44 Webber Street
London
SE1 8QW

020 7481 7777

info@firststory.org.uk

  • First Story North
  • First Story East Midlands
  • First Story London
  • Vacancies
  • Diversity and Inclusion
  • Safeguarding
  • Pandemic response
  • Terms & Conditions
  • Privacy Notice
  • Twitter
  • Instagram
  • Facebook
  • LinkedIn
  • YouTube

Site Footer

© First Story Ltd. All rights reserved | Registered Charity No: 1122939 | Company No: 06487410