Tuesday, January 29, 2008


In a good light my eye is the colour of dark green moss,
rimmed with the long lashes of a camel
tending to dryness
or else
watering too readily
like an over-filled pond

the slightest perturbation
causing it to overspill.

Blink and you are there.
Imprinted in my mind.
How I saw you last.
Your single image.


Blogger jem said...

A beautiful, imainative, thoughtful and informative piece.

I cry very rarely, once every few months usually. Perhaps I used up my share sometime before. But last night I cried over a tv programme talking about what a garden should be. Its the unlikely things that get you!

Wed Jan 30, 07:57:00 pm  
Anonymous Clare. said...

Thank you, Jem! You are very kind.

Wed Jan 30, 11:08:00 pm  

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