Sunday, February 1, 2009


a moon
even in shadow
her wet eyes
Grey and more
Clouds drift, pull lower over Meall Biorach
Fall into heather at Doire Fhionn Lochan

some deep
others near the surface
so many pitfalls

Town clothes, town shoes, town socks
Drag of heavy waves
As sea-served crags fix
And trees in Coirein Lochain diffract
Drizzle and more

wet rocks
they reflect
his going

Elevation hurts
Unlaundered landscape
So raw it tangles
As it straggles down

path bumps uphill
parallel streams churn stones
on the way down

Mud slides upwards
Disappears in twists of a downturn
Illusions spill in clots like sour milk

once he came
now she takes his pain
on her own

by Stanley Pelter
Claypole, Lincolnshire, England
first published in
insideoutside (2008)

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