A filmpoem by Alastair Cook.
Shhh, what did you want to show
that couldn’t wait until the morning?
Was it the moon – because I see it:
the first good bead on a one-bead string
I still remember when I cared enough / to watch you sleep
i go to bed early
/ to catch up on my sleep
/ but my sleep
/ is a slippery customer
/ it bobs and…
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
To my grandfather
/ Your sleep will postpone
/ the morning coffee,
/ so we’ll not be able to contemplate your blue eyes
/ As you sleep and…
The moon keeps watch
/ and the child sleeps.
/ His head emerges from the covers
/ like a flower smiling at life.
/ His breath is like…
For Nessie Dunsmuir
/ I leave this at your ear for when you wake,
/ A creature in its abstract cage asleep.
/ Your dreams blindfold…
I wake when the wind changes.
/ Beyond the dark Firth far,
/ Where the waves clap and the tides rustle and the herring…
A little nap rap
/ When I got home one evening
/ to my cosy living room
/ I found a squirrel at my table
A clip of thinder ever the reeftips
/ sends like a bimb going iff!
/ My hurt thimps in my chist.
/ It’s dirk. The…
The sky has shut its eyes of blue,
/ the house has shut its many eyes,
/ the meadow sleeps with quilt up too…