Fragments from Noticing
i 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
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