Fragments from Noticingi The wick, uprooted/ left of light – ice-shawl thawing to the leaf-ends dissolves to the rain/ the rain’s bloom. ii Wet-edge/wet-air lifts the birds dampening to the rim of cloud quietly. iii Not-evening/ a dimming seam behind the treeline/rising a black whir of crows. iv Opposite/ unfastened flowers mantling the stone/summer’s tumbled frock. v Mirror-firth/silver with sky, with gulls’ backs. vi A dug-in place/a shadow. A black edge/a knuckle/a grave. Fragments from Noticing is © Gillian Prew . Edge/Untitled
Waiting among ghosts on the bursting stone/
white of memory/the wild weeds moved-in.
White of the rushing sea/ the gull backs/the moon.
Waiting/as if
a blue-lit eye/a voice of glass/a leaf-sway –
rain.
As if the rain a slow-motion dust.
The past –
a field/a room.
Wearing the grasses/the books
letting go/not letting go.
These pieces corrupted by time.
Small-sound stories half-writ.
The past whittled to white/and
it is ready a cut-through bone.
Edge/Untitled is © Gillian Prew |