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| | TEXT POEMS | | | Port of Mary
Two bodies standing, holding one sound between them. Soft white noise of small surf washing over two people, holding on to the moment and each other. | | | Grey Day
Stuck
Between the grey ceiling
Of the sky
And the grey floor
Of the earth
Like a flower
About to be
Pressed
| | | | Your Hills
I saw the distant hills
and remembered
your love
of the land.
I thought of you
driving the Landrover
down narrow tracks,
just to get closer to
the mountains
you love.
I saw the distant hills
and thought of you.
| | | Seals Standing on a bruck filled beach,
under a smudged charcoal sky.
Talking to the seals about life
and fish. "Come up here and, join me "
I ask. I see the orange flare of Flotta
reflected in black selkie eyes, as
they stare at me, as if to say
"Dont be stupid" A plane roars over,
and I have to raise my voice .
"Live with me in my world," I try
" and I will show you things you won`t
have seen in your wildest dreams."
With a disdainful turn
of the head, and a flip
of his tail, the last one
disappears under
the steely surface.
As if to say
"Fuck off"
| | | | For you
Your image framed by the carriage window, filtered by the cold glass, silver bromide fixed in the album of my mind. When we separate, the empty space beside me is filled with warm memories.
| | | Killed by Friendly Fire
Wind pours down the valley,
whistles through the tiles,
winding playfully round the eaves.
Competing with the roar of the fire,
succumbing to the draw of the flue,
sucking the evening from the room.
A sudden shot
from the hot wood, kills
the conversation.
Dead.
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