Sunday, 15 November 2009


In the dark you teach me,
And your tutelage leaks into the day,
Where such young mornings live,
And gives wisdom a face.

Unfolding emotions from inanimate
Matter where they curled
Furtively all those years ago,
Closing borders
And sealing their rawness in;
Lead lined and binding my replies.

This you’ve been able to do;
All my denials dug through and earth
Turned, and you have opened me to
Your newly released urgency.

So please stand upon the last handsome
Point of your Eastern seaboard
Whilst I hit upon the west most
Tip of Britain
And let us scream our names to the
Wind and wait till they meet and bind.

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