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published in Sunk Island Review,
May 2007,
Three
Poems by Judi Benson
Snaps
Twenty-five
photographs and not a single word for it.
Some
bird twittering, white geese on a green field.
How
to capture the blankness of sky, what to do with it.
Not
a single break in the foggy mist.
I
stride along the path beneath the bower of leaves,
my
gait smooth as that duck’s glide on the glassy-eyed Nith.
And
so the green blinds me, refusing to name itself.
The
Galloway hills roll and roll trying to rise above the mist.
The
river runs its reflections of spectacular trees,
each
a tangle of branches with leaves stuck on,
all
competing to be the brightest ones. Light, air,
flocks
of geese struggling towards an alphabet only sky can read.
Yes,
my eyes are assaulted with all this, and pine too.
But
what’s it matter without you.
I’d
say, Look at the smoky mist.
And
you’d say, I’m part of that mist now.
Judi Benson
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