Longships
for CB
We arrive
hunched under history
dragging our pasts
like phantom limbs,
stop
when the land stops
Beyond sorrel, wild madder, gorse
cloud and sea touch,
a blind dissolving
into nothing,
this last slab of granite
becoming the first
Put down your things,
you say. Catch hold my hand
Dance
Dance
©Deborah Harvey 2016
Artwork by Dru Marland
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