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 had poems published in various magazines including The Frogmore Papers, The High Window, The Interpreter's House, The Journal, The Lampeter Review and The Ogham Stone and has had two poems shortlisted in the Bridport Poetry Prize.

Jim Conwell

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Here is my Jumper

Here on the gritty concrete, is my jumper,
the one I placed in mummy's lap,
needing her to mind it.
She has not lifted it,
folded it once and dropped it on the chair.
She did not shout to me that she was going inside.
I am here between the houses and the silent window.

I know that I can fall through the holes in her mind
if I dare to walk there.
And when opportunities will present themselves,
I will only have half an eye.
The rest of me watches the back door, waiting.