All week,
I’m waiting to go in
to that little, homely, stable-of-a-place
where nothing could be simpler than the grace of God.
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Lying
caused this blight:
half-light
filtered through chiaroscuro
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Thank God for Gaia’s winter refusal,
that she turns her back on the sun
and the expense of growth;
inside the deeps and darkness occupied
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A book of poems
isn’t worth the price of petrol
for someone’s gas-guzzling battle
into work one day by car.
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One day
another giant will come –
almost certainly a woman
with hindsight and a strong
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I stayed in Scotland as a girl, on the East coast:
a kind of salty smell and gritty sand.
When I was ten I learned about selchies;
those seals who are only sometime-seals; sometimes human
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Acquiescence is
an opening into the world as you
have never known her;
quietude inside you
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One day love
opens the door.
In comes freedom, with a light step:
you've heard it before,
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Because I am used to this slow life
pondering the baby
growing week by week in her womb -
when the sudden wind blows
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i
Native loneliness -
thigh-deep in that bracken moor
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