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Kirsten Mackie Poem
We spoke in images
Our hands our mouth pieces
Oiled by plum brandy
And the certainty
That what I said
You understood,
Or wanted to
Which is all that you have to do
To make an outsider feel welcome.
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
The heather, the smell
Of the earth, dreich is all else
And still never was.
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
They found him outside the hospital,
Conveniently.
How he managed to get there
All his brain was blown away now,
There he stood in the emergency room
Pronouncing simply and forevermore 'Uh.'
The heart wrenching lament of
A defeated weekend warrior.
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
Skyline of rowed houses
Rolls past and
So do the greys of labour,
Conservative and otherwise
Are boarded on the decks of
Oil tankers; hollow
Hulking HMS something
Sleeps in the docks
Of the town once red
Now muddy brown
And sick,
Labour wise and
Reading Caledonia.
Aberdeen 2012 on route to Shetland
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
A patchwork city
Where danger sleeps
On rose beds in the concrete.
And the city’s eternal flame
Eternally warms
The hands of young boys
With the faces of old men.
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
She was far removed from everything
Gazing at the branches heavily laden with red;
An old wife once said it was a sign of bad winter.
But it couldn’t be so bad, she thought,
Not with these bleak hills and
The grey steel waves to comfort me.
Not with this darkness that
Beckons early nightfall,
And soul beseeching tempests
For my own tears to stall.
There was more sadness, she thought,
In the murmering summer breeze
That whispered of wistful dreams
Like the emerald temptress
of a mighty stream, voracious.
But immersed and held within
Runs icy cold and vicious
Over raw trembling skin.
The branches dipped and sighed with her
One leaf fell slowly, waving
Sweetly and lay itself at her feet.
She watched the charging river
Wind past the berried tree
Grew slender, pale
In the midst of the auburn forest,
Like her own translucent limbs
Untouched by love nor lovers now.
Copyright © Kirsten Mackie | Year Posted 2015
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Kirsten Mackie Poem
Desire, unfathomable
And all consuming.
Wretch, me
From shallow bed
Make enemies of shadows.
None to clear what
Thinkest thy eye's mind
And mine
Unfathomable desire.
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