the resting form of the flowing stream
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Waxy sporadic grass knitting the sand…A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quayand a wedge of sandpipers lifts in fright from the shore:The circus king is back for one last stand!Last performance of the season – tonight!His old gardening jacket hangs like a phantom behind the doorI have a febrile energy for […]
To articulate clearly what is difficult to say / I shall transmit this by a beam from a lighthouse
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
Her body was as shy as berries when she stepped
/ as neatly as a hind out of the bush
/ she had unrobed…
Here even the valley of the shadow of death / has taken upon itself the mantle of beauty.
And when at last the road
/ gives out, I’ll walk –
/ harsh grass, sea-maws,
/ lichen-crusted bedrock –
/ and hole up the cold
(for Ruairidh, who asked)
/ Wobbling like a wobbly jelly
/ Being a bucket for the rain
/ Sending flash-backs to the sun
/ Cheeking the sky
/ Giving the…
The unreal image doubles and the steps
/ in the dense sunlight are carried by darker tones.