Thursday 31 March 2011

~ Alone ~


The river.
The frozen fen.
Grey eyes smoky.
The Scot, a bitter blow
to the dirty mistress;
she charms you.

The tree in winter
casts scarlet;
muddy Scot singing.

A daughter come home,
lies in the arms of
the roots.
Her breast like the day.

Swim the night thunder
and to the sea plunder
the heart.

Leap upon paradise
and half a queen.
By the river, watch the sky ~
Alone.
18th October 2009

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