Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (9)

XXXVIII

who cleans their ears

while sleeping

to hear dreaming

commentary:

fliuch some

old words naming

water avens

invocations to rain

also bring wetlands

red wells at the centre

sepal colour is of

beaten bodies

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (8)

XXXVII

Mr President jets off

to a far black country

urges the hungry

to consume

& be his friends

the way a landowner

is friends with his fence

commentary:

one of the banned

names

lus na fola

blood herb

shepherd’s purse

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (7)

XXXVI

two ghettos dreaming

separated by wire

a dream at the front

a dream at the back which

buoys the world

the hinds the hinds

time perhaps to sing

commentary:

watch the flower rise

as it drinks

sit quietly

it happens

were you on the hill

by the lochan

of concealed soldiers

whisper this one herb

robert

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (6)

XXXV

a thrush is speaking

tarragon in the garden

it’s July 14^th

a thrush is speaking all

are born and remain free

and equal in rights

it’d be good to be

smelling buddleia

when the time

commentary:

little sister

white bone

earth sap

I name it

hidden carefully

gun cache in green

delayed deferred

broken red straw

berry

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (5)

XXXIV

efficiently stealing

when I thought I was awake

I left the land music sleeping

throbbing & urgent on

the circular breath of

humans & other creatures

following those narrow paths

that are understood

to lead to the heartland

commentary:

water & whisky

& fishmothered garlic

the wood wild blades

chorus themselves

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (4)

XXXIII

they are not benign

black helicopters

have no ovipositors

commentary:

& the one for the bird

with two notes

cuckoo flower

oh my slender gun

my blinding sun

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (3)

XXXII

before the torrents of rain

Bàgh mu Dheas

Bàgh mu Thuath

before the landslides

Rudha nan Sgarbh

Sgeir bhuidhe

leaving aside

the multitudes of frogs

the Hen-house

the Deer Shed

Maggie Baan’s Hole

Mecky’s Point

now silenced

a people of the sea

the sea

commentary:

the mast of the riverside

butterbur

named & folded back

& back into the hill

into missiles lodgings

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (2)

XXXI

it can’t be said

of the President

he wouldn’t

hurt a fly

commentary:

a little spark

I eat & name

nettle

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (1)

XXX

try to write as if for a child try

to write as if

for a politician filching

wells & springs

from the people

commentary:

what boat

is inside the island

I’m calling coltsfoot

fire