Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Fog womb

The soft damp air curdled as the sun went in.
Fog wrapped us tight in its velvet night blanket.

I stood where the trees loomed over me;
my small breath tumbling up to join the bigger breath of night.

Out on the waters the low base boom of boats
fog-horning the darkness
rippled the mist with long low seismic songs. 

In the womb-dark wet air where the disembodied sounds
like voices, lullaby the silence into sleep
I wonder quite how deep
the memory recalls.

(c) A Mc N 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Susannah said...

Just wonderful writing!

Glorious imagery -
"The soft damp air curdled as the sun went in."

"my small breath tumbling up to join the bigger breath of night."

Nice to see an update - I really enjoy your words.

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