On Doubt / A Pair of Blue Eyes
New poem in Dust Magazine
On Doubt / A Pair of Blue Eyes
after Thomas Hardy and Emma Gifford
Meeting changed our strata,
the way only a storm at the edge
of an ocean can do.
The way a slump of salt water
in a black cliff hole is a wet metronome
for desire and regret.
Blue milk sea and yellow gorse -
it is possible to be ambivalent
and beautiful at the same time.
Everything becomes an image
of our disharmonic foldings.
You hanging from the clifftop
in search of my jewels.
I should have guessed the houses
were crappy behind the waterfront
where the old lanes run deep, away
from the wind, under the pines.
Stacked tyres, fly-tipped white goods.
We are here for this
moment and we fuck
it up. Instead of making
like gregarious worms
in a world of Sabelleria reefs,
honeycombed in our detritus.
Many thanks to editor Tara Wheeler for choosing this poem for publication in Issue 9 of this excellent mag, along side the work of some great poets including Mary Ford Neal, Georgia Hiton, Bex Hainsworth and others.