Thursday, 5 January 2023

Poem - 05.01.2023


Steady the snow isolate

gorgeous through the blood

to see how far


how close we could come

North Street

I am given to think of


you there one house 

and roofs over and over

most if not all


that does not claim to warm

the tender sirens through the blood

dry stone.


Somewhere north of here there is a Hill. 

The moment 

has been prepared for.