"Bliss is bliss" - Poems by Gerry Loose

Ceann Tràigh Breige


tender flesh to sit
foolish & hoping

to be
come mountain

the sun bides in
the loch surfacing

cormorants can’t
look in its void eye



Port na h-Uamha


sea’s scales
grey crow rises straight

from rock to
plummet crack

cockles & her
self falls

south wind riffs
a blue line pulleys up oak



Garbh Eilean


cold fingertips
legacy of the quick

ocean drools on
otter’s back

on hooping-under
cormorant

body catching up
arriving



Sàilean an Eòrna


o there’s
nothing but

Resipole being
mountain

here
on its

fund in
sea



from the deer path to my door


watched a goosepair become

sky specks dancing eyes

*

evening April snow bonfire rhododendron doesn’t

know it’s in the wrong place wrong time sorry

*

250 the oak 5 years the apple

planted move in spring winds

*

roof leaks black mould in the corner what

to do plant lavender in a big circle digging now

*

billion volt lightning thunder boomcracks circling

ozone sky smell wet head again what joy what joy

*

in woods bliss is bliss not

ignorance cuckoo’s back

*

tomatoes planted out apple blossom

on the bough what have I forgotten


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Gerry Loose's book Printed on Water: New and Selected Poems was published by Shearsman in 2007. His own website can be found here, and his Ardnamurchan Journal is also well worth a look.