Judith Bishop
Watching others love
is something
many do, I guess –
not so much a pastime
as a mode
Bold shades of autumn leaf – or blazing embers’ light,
bright to extinguished, as if fires set
in hearths huddled closely in the dirt were offset
by pallid oceans with their artificial light.
Are the colours fire-signals to a planetary eye
that, like Atlas, feels the weight of earth,
The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline ...
The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline
Night’s the ground beneath my feet
since I learned to walk with you.
Scented guide with birds and flowers on your breath,