I began drinking a second glass of champagne
as the plane approached Chicago.
I was still very taken with the ice
I’d seen through the window,
stretching out, flowing together;
the great blue skies; the prospect of America
suddenly become real,
something to move in; an actuality,
not simply a set for a film, or a series on TV.
The waves of the ocean beneath us rolled
as the champagne fizzed on my tongue,
just beneath my huge eyes.
The Best British Poetry 2014, Mark Ford & Roddy Lumsden, Poetry anthologies (various poets), 9781907773686 | buy from Salt
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In the Hospitaller Herb Garden
Heaven could be
a sprig of orange scented thyme chewed
and left under the tongue,
with a bite of bitter perry pear.
I followed her out of the door.
My eyes rested upon her calf
in its black stocking,
pushing down, her high-heeled foot
pushing back up,
before we were side by side and walking
together beneath Autumn trees
on a quiet street,
always going home.
venuscrow asked: Thanks for the follow.x
In this moment, the hedgerows’ alveoli
breathing full of sweet air.
In this moment (I travel)
the river’s current
The smell of blackberries
I thought might have been only a memory.
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The Black Madonna is a painting of the Madonna and Christ Child which, according to pious legends, was painted by St. Luke the Evangelist. St. Luke is believed to have used a tabletop from a table built by the carpenter Jesus. It was while Luke was painting Mary that she told him about the events in the life of Jesus that he eventually used in his gospel.
John North reading ‘Apple-Picking’, which is published in CAST: The Poetry Business Book of New Contemporary Poets (edited by Simon Armitage, Joanna Gavins, Ann Sansom and Peter Sansom).