Two Poems
Sarah Maguire, 10 July 2003
For Kathleen Jamie
Waist-height, clouds of white lace in the abandoned graveyard,
the delicate, filigree umbels matching
the thumbprints of lichen embroidering the graves. A deep current of blue
surges below – bluebells, moments of sky
fallen, brief weather fixed on wet stems,
conjuring a climate gone from this chill April dusk, as rain comes, and light fades.
Field Capacity
The plump...