“SOLILOQUY January 2007 – on hearing that Avril will not be returning to Graemsay.
When I think of you I see flowers
pushing through the ragged grass
and you in your garden.
I keep the picture in my head.
In the tall grass of a garden
where wall meets wall at an angle
and little trees thrive, spore of silver lichen sweat
for times gone by.
I hear the roaring shingle at the shore
and see the moonlight
on the ocean’s rim.
The stars in the sky are singing tonight;
a myriad stars are singing and dancing.
One star alone is silent, drifts
down the night, silent.
I rage but she does not hear me.”