Poems to share

Sheffield

My city is a dark murmur outside the window tonight,
but I see everything – how we came, where we settled,
where we belong. I see the fresh stamp on my mother’s passport,

how she lit the Broomspring Centre crowned in flowers,
held the hand of a village boy in Weston Park.
I see the arrival of us Jessops babies,

that first icing sugar snow at Edward Street Flats,
the moon, a halo over Tinsley Cemetery.
I see the mothers flocking the gates of Springfield Primary

waving attendance certificates like flags.
Mr Cole’s cloud-soft hair, as we
curve around him like riverbeds.

I see the landmark places we came of age –
London Road, Spital Hill, Broomhall
where we grew tall like tower blocks.

I see Ponderosa’s Eid in the Park, the rows
of patterned prayer mats, boys in fresh new trainers,
grandmothers offering duas like sweets,

and fathers carrying their daughters high,
high above our city’s streets. I see it all tonight –
how we came, where we settled, why I belong.

© Warda Yassin

Warda Yassin

Warda Yassin is a British-born Somali poet based in Sheffield. She was a winner of the 2018 New Poets Prize. Her work has been published in The North, Oxford Poetry and anthologised in Verse Matters (Valley Press), Anthology X (Smith l Doorstep) . Her pamphlet Tea with Cardamom (Poetry Business) is out in June.