By Ben Tufnell
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this night looms large
is spun tight on a loom
dipped in glass and ink
a slip of light in a slick
of space a darkness
the night which looms
is home to owls and moons
and other wild dreams
and things that are not
what they at first seem
like the wolf that walks slowly
from house to house quietly
from dream to thought lightly
and brings with it inevitably
a shadow
which is an opening
Ben Tufnell is a curator and writer based in London. Poems have been published or are forthcoming in Anthropocene, Entropy, Fire, La Picioletta Barca, Rialto, Smartish Pace and Terrible Work, amongst others. Tufnell has published widely on modern and contemporary art and his most recent book is In Land: Writings About Land Art And Its Legacies (Zero Books, 2019).
More of Ben's work can be found here.