Andrew James Murray

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We writhe
with a rage to know
the unknowable,
...

The bleak, blushes of dusk. A Highland wind
licks at a heart, wrapped in leaves.
Buried beneath a pine cone, needles.
...

3.

It is not
the way
the reeds
move in
...

Hanging on the telephone
in a hazy funk.
Ice in a glass.
The words
...

The wind in hollows unfrequented,
gathering the detritus
among bare-branched forms.
A copse; a corpse,
...

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Andrew James Murray is a writer and poet from Manchester, England. He has been published in various anthologies and publications, including Best Of Manchester Poets.)

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Midnight, July

We writhe
with a rage to know
the unknowable,

blind to great masses
that dance in dark orbits.
And a soft, summer wind
on a night beneath stars
is no balm.

From somewhere a whistle
casts a line,

a fragile camaraderie
in a world
fell silent,

where white moth-wing
is riotous

and a spider's touch
carnal.

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