Tan Morgan Poems
- Branwen And The Starling You were my shadow in the ...
- The Red Scarf October's dying, and I'm looking for a friend, ...
- Jihad A woman in a burqa boards the northbound tube train on...
- Amateur Naturalist Trudging the marsh, Looking for ...
- In Case I Am Marooned In case I am marooned on a desert ...
- Katrina's Legacy Three storeys of fading memories Stand on a...
- Ice Rink The rink, like a disc of frosting In a baker's ...
Born into an Eastern religious cult and raised by feral dogs on a small Greek island whose waters were patrolled by Albanian gun-boats. Introduced to the Sapphic joys by a lesbian naturist with a motorbike. Taught self to read and did a degree in Old English Literature. Jobs have included cowboy, chambermaid, dam-builder, shawl-maker, farmhand, vet, zookeeper, proofreader, table dancer, book ... more »
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Branwen And The Starling
You were my shadow in the darkness
of the kneading-trough.
I taught you to speak, to love;
named you for the child I lost,
Gwern, my Gwern.
>> I might lose myself in the hills of Harlech,
>> leave you trapped;
>> I might haunt these woods along the shore
>> and not return.
My finger traced the scales of your foot,
threw me back ten years
to a bark gate and a sheep track
where I played barefoot on rock.
>> You sent me flapping at the wind's whim,
>> a voice above the waves - to taunt
>> forbidden ships - to save you;
>> but the ...