Tag: lapwing publications
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cat eyes and the tragedy of mother
Could I marry these two sharp silences? These yellow balls that burn in stare and purr beneath deep where the world is simple. Are they cat eyes or a brace of griefs fresh from the hunter’s recreation? Will they say, I do? Two ochre brides with their black faces and…
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September Poem
It would have been my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary today. September 4th (someone’s wedding anniversary) The graveyard has no heart or history a terrible now of poor hours of sidelined souls. I am frantic with disquiet and sudden memory dreaming of him younger his eye falling on…
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August Poem
August, Departing Here’s the stain, heaved out and an orchard of clouds sleeping. The crows flee warm fugitives on August’s blunt edge. I see a distant coldness, the skirt of the sun shirking. The tide is loud with the drowned and the windy chains of gulls. The air smells of…
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Scene from July
Scene from July Pink wall of glum sun with its birdsong blush numb, like a cement bloom; its scent a ruined yellow. This is not summer, nor any truthful season. How life bends to a weary scrape along a gulling codeine mist. The blind days gaze like a black scrying…
GILLIAN PREW // POETRY 