Fantastic news! The folks at Forest Publications are publishing a pamphlet of my poems! If the others are anything to go by, this will be one good-looking piece of book. Here's a sneak preview, the new and improved "Descent".
Descent
Flying from Glasgow to George Best Airport.
Through the window, knuckles of coastline
reach out beyond the fallow piebald farms.
What to make of the rolling breakers, snow-
white foam? I think of my grandfather
flying from his home to work in Scotland.
He left his son behind to watch the sky.
What to make of the sun split in half
by the horizon? The light lasts longer
at this altitude. And what should I make
of the city where two rivers meet,
this strip of black we will suddenly hit,
the pilot’s lilting “BMI welcomes you to Belfast”?
My wings melt as the black hills drift into view.
Thanks for reading,
Dave.
1 comment:
I enjoyed reading this poem, I like the 'knuckles of coastline', good use of linebreaks too.
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