Poem: ‘One would think the deep to be hoary’
Oliver Reynolds, 5 September 1985
for Sebastian Barry
Possible seals disappearing far-out off Pembrokeshire, sleek commas suddenly lost in the sea’s murky prose,
came back to me (memories taking a year to surface) as we returned at midnight from the Laird and Dog.
It was our daily goal, two poets retreating from a Writers’ Retreat to beer’s bitter salve.
We’d walk out at twilight, up a drive squeezed...