Now There is Nothing Left But the Journey
as November inches under our anoraks
we walk down Iffley, bypass the sports
ground
where Bannister broke the four minute
mile,
enter Jackdaw lane, enter
an abandoned apple orchard – branches
beckoning a sun we barely remember Hear
the Cherwell grumble
when no one else is about Across a small
bridge,
SS Mary and John School
where the kids throw hellos out the
window
and Stanley Road Mosque,
empty and locked and always
the most unpretentious angel in the crypt
We’ve not been here before
so we take a picture and a chair at the
Magic on Magdalen,
let our coffee cups circle the formica,
black and white I don’t know
why but I tell it all – everything
that ever happened to me,
not to others just to me.
In Place of Stillness and Solitude
Loose leaves
lost in the wind, January
follows the rain
Take my hand
the two of us can
walk the deserted footpath mud
ankle deep between broken trees
white winter grass,
the MSC and Bossom’s Boathouse
expertly sandbagged
against the expected
still threatening Rainbow Bridge
the sky hangs heavy
while web-footed ‘Port Meadow Specials’
churn up the Isis, duck under the Bailey
bridge
We can smell the northwind,
the cold dark scentof home
Hint:
MSC mean Medly Sailing Club.
K.V.
Skene’s
poetry has appeared in Canadian, U.K., U.S. Irish, Australian and
Austrian magazines. Her poetry
sequence, The Whitening of the Ox,
originally published in Descant 92/93, 1996, was set to music by composer
Jeffrey Ryan and had its world premier January 2012 at Harbourfront and its
west coast premiere August 2012 at Vancouver’s MusicFest.
Amongst others, she has won the Saving
Bannister Competition (2012), the IDP Annual Poetry Award (2010), the IDP
Winter Collection Competition (2009), The Ragged Raven 12th Annual Poetry
Competition (2009) and the Shaunt Basmajian Chapbook Award in 2004 and 2009.
Her publications include Love in the (Irrational) Imperfect,
Hidden Brook Press and You Can Almost
Hear Their Voices, Indigo Dreams Publishing.
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