One Poem by Kate Young

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Misplaced Love

It was ours, that copse
on Kentish Downs,
the glorious weald,
pond waiting, fertile.

I read you my poems,
you sang me a song:
‘Every Breath You Take’,
words blending, drifting

on whispers of leaves
falling as fragments
soon to be trodden
in damp-russet mulch.

You spoke of Gorbachev,
the scrap of Cold War,
I clutched at secrets
trapped within walls,

we inhaled our fears
like a gas, invisible,
while pond skaters hovered
on surface, rippling.

I caught your smile
like a seed in my soul,
nurtured the rooting,
thought it was love.


Kate Young lives in Kent with her husband and has been passionate about poetry since childhood. Over the last few years she has returned to writing and has had success with poems published in webzines in Britain and internationally. She particularly enjoys responding to Ekphrastic challenges. Find her on Twitter @Kateyoung12poet.

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