in
collection Letters North, 2008 (Aug),
Brodie
Press, ISBN 978-0-9542649-5-6
runner-up,
Mslexia poetry competition, 2004
The Find
You might catch it
on the corner of Sauchiehall and Hope Street
where
the Big Issue seller stands sentinel with his dog,
and
sometimes on the Isle of Iona when the sky is carved by cloud,
the
sea turns serpentine and gannets dive target-sure.
It
hid from me down an alleyway on Fifth and Seventy-First
amongst
the rubbish sacks. I sensed it though.
Even
whistled around the gasworks on the Torbay Road
as
people held their noses on open-top buses.
My
mother’s friend found it on Plymouth Sound on Armistice Day,
it
was there all right, though the discovery was hers alone.
I
found it once by Lake Columcille in the hills of Donegal,
the
sun coloured the water mercury, etching the fields.
Julie-ann Rowell
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