The Sunday Posts 2012



The evening slips you into it, has kept a place for you
and those wildwood limbs that have already settled on
the morning. The words you have for it are flyblown now
as the dandelion you'll whistle tomorrow into a lighter air.

But tonight, your sleep will be as round as your mouth,
berried with the story of sunlight finally run to ground.
You are all about tomorrow. The moon has your name
memorised: the curl of your back, your face, an open book.

'Your Face An Open Book'
By Vona Groarke

Comments

Kat_RN said…
Very nice, so is the drawing. Who is the artist?
Kat
Alistair said…
Thanks Kat - sorry to say I can't remember who the artist is. I downloaded it some time ago and forgot to list the name at the time........
Hmmm..I think I prefer McCaig
Antares Cryptos said…
It had me at sleep ;)

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