Five and twenty past the hour
on a non-existent day
without a season.
An early evening rainstorm
chases molten silver mullions
down each westward-facing window.
For a while I watch it claw
the warp and weft of beaded gauze
blinding a scenery of tarmac, concrete, cloud.
There are landscapes in the rainlight:
glassy worlds meander
in a random stream,
encircle tumuli and earthworks
of a long-forgotten past;
becoming frosted footpaths
over empty, unlit hills
from which a people with our faces
traced the swathes of ancient stars,
augurs of when to sow and reap.
I cannot wrap myself in their dreams,
only recognise and keep
a thread of memory
to make this weave complete.
©Deborah Harvey 2011
My poetry collection, 'Communion', published by Indigo Dreams, £6.99 is available from the Indigo Dreams website, Amazon, W H Smith on line and all good independent bookshops. A selection of my poems are available to read here.