Archive for October 2nd, 2013

02/10/2013

Station in the Rain

 

These autumn rains, these Hopper blues,

These destinations, stations passed,

These memories which have yet to form,

These tricks which gather up the night.

 

Each isolation – neon stained –

Is captured in its gleaming feint,

Is held, unique, in slow decent:

From state to state, from hope to spent.

 

And you: I wonder how you took

The morning – made it live again,

And glow again (if only once,

If only through electric eyes).

 

You took a crossing point in time,

And found a voice for rain and light.

 

 

This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.

The photographs, with poems, can be found at:

www.thecheesewolf.co.uk/category/vicarious-journeys/

the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at:

http://cherylgarner.squarespace.com/

 

02/10/2013

Dust

 

At evening, as the fires lit

The hillsides with their gathered glow

And told their stories to the stars,

She ate her bread with curds and figs,

 

And stared off through the olive groves

And out towards the distant sea:

The salt of land upon her tongue,

The memories of her journeys done.

 

This land was never hers to taste.

The burning herbs, which spat and danced

And filled the sky with resin smoke,

Would blow as dust before the dawn,

 

When she would take the northern road,

And leave these hillsides’ burning lights.