in collection The Secret Frontiers, Enitharmon, 2008
Wearing Your Homeland
Would that have been you
I saw once in virtual space
moving across a pitiless empty quarter?
The dunes obliterate the frontiers
the haboob — the great wind — comes
to obliterate the roads and destinations
all of you walking to…
here you are — you’ve brought
a placeless place of scouring light
the shade-less shadow under the sun
midday that drains all colour from the land
till dusk refills it with cinnabar and madder
and the clothes you’re swathed in here
are orange, ochre, patterned henna —
at this cash-point; a frontier between us.
I can’t read you yet, nor you me.
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"The Secret Frontiers",
"Crossing the No-Man's Land", Flambard Press, 1999
pamphlets - "Ghosting the Cities" and "When the Whole Mood Changed", Artemis
short stories - "Did Gustav Mahler Ski?", New Directions.
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