September 2019

This is not home

Sun peppers the sea as we step like ghostsdown from the dark gallerieswhere the blood-red line between beauty and terroris sometimes visiblebehind the writing on the wall Disintegrating tree-stumpsmark the ancient quaylong sucked away We, lost children senton a forgotten…

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Boathouse stones

Those stones you used to dance onby the boathouse at the head of the lochare under water today When the sun shines between showersI see their shapesuspended like gold,floating We shelter behind rough stone wallsfrom the intermittent wind:earlier we balancedlike…

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