JACK CHIRNSIDE Poems

Such a long, long time ago now. Me, up the ladder
You, stretched full length, passing nails. One by one
Eagerly you gifted them, gracefully I received them
And rhythmically whacked them home, blow by blow.
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In the still of the night you come to me
I sense your shape in the white moonlight
I listen for you in the tick tock clock
And the far off surge of the sea
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Your eyes, your mother's eyes. They melt me
Summer sun on spent snow, dropp by drop
From tussock stream to roaring river rapids
To peaceful rest in deep emerald pools
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