The happiness of sleeping walking men
let my dream stir,
in the furthest branches, circle rush.
Let my dreaming
swim out from the safety of the sickle-bay moon,
and into the drink of a deep han blue
where god-spit stars were nothing more
than holes for me to breathe.
No more than a fabric nick
from a cherub’s teeth,
where day finds its leave.
Christopher Hopkins was born and raised in Neath, South Wales. He currently resides in the Canterbury area of Kent with his wife and daughter. His debut poetry chapbook Take Your Journeys Home was published by Clare Songbirds Publishing House in November 2017 and has received a nomination for the IPPY book award for poetry and two of its poems, ‘Sorrow on the Hill’ and ‘Smoke and Whiskey’ have also received nominations for the Pushcart Prize. His poems have been published in The Morning Star (UK), Riggwelter Press, Backlash Press, The Paragon Journal, The Blue Nib Magazine, Ibis Head Review and Rust & Moth.
On why poetry matters: “Poetry is liberty with a greater sense of death.”