Time makes solid
The bubbling earth
Its hurlings frozen
In black gestures
Years of sleep bring
The soft grass
To calm the memory
And bring little Ishbel, with her red cheeks
To play in the shadows
Of a catastrophe.
© Norman Lamont 2005
Time makes solid
The bubbling earth
Its hurlings frozen
In black gestures
Years of sleep bring
The soft grass
To calm the memory
And bring little Ishbel, with her red cheeks
To play in the shadows
Of a catastrophe.
© Norman Lamont 2005