Jim Conwell's parents were economic migrants from the rural west of Ireland and he was born, and has lived most of this life, in various parts of London. He has worked as a psychotherapist for nearly 35 years. He currently has had poems published in various magazines including Pushing Out the Boat, Shot Glass Journal, The Coffee House Anthology, The English Chicago Review, The Fenland Reed, The Frogmore Papers. He has had two poems shortlisted in the Bridport Poetry Prize.
They lay in front of the rising Cathedral,
safe beneath the circle of its warm, rose window.
A group of bone creatures, cradled in the ground.
They had abandoned themselves to death
in some forgotten time,
not caring for his smothering darkness,
like children who lay down and were gone.
They have lain there together in a perfect silence
as busy centuries passed above them,
each one fooled by its own importance.
One more grain of sand brushed aside
and that tanned bone will shift, loose now in its grainy hollow.
Just a bone now.