Text: Peter Kerr
Air
wind swirls past the house
air from the Caribbean
now lifts the peat smoke
Poem: Chris Maclullich
At night
the fallen stones assemble
into former walls where fairies meet
to tell their ancient tales
Text: Peter Kerr
wind swirls past the house
air from the Caribbean
now lifts the peat smoke
Poem: Chris Maclullich
the ocean sighing
rattles through the bright pebbles
same noise for aeons
Poem: Chris Maclullich
leaving the islands
sailing back to the mainland
busy roads await
Poem: Chris Maclullich
0 Comments