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I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – “Lullaby” “James Vi vs The Metatron” and the above piece (text below).
Thrilled to say it went down very well and I got some very nice comments.
Another step towards live performances?
Well, let’s not get over-excited, eh?
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The Horizon flares
and pitch ripples
break the sky.
From the headland
frantic perchlorate calls
are seen but not connected.
The horizon flares
and pitch ripples
caress the bows
of those who know
they are too late
to salvage the trenched
from breathing in
the salt that scathes
The horizon flares…
ii.
Another midnight, breath
heavy, cold sinking into mirror
sounds. Gun drums like screech
owls on harbour walls. Firn
muffling higher frequencies
when loading onto camo-smacks.
Fishermen cool as air shake
hands with virgin crew;
disquieted. Hiding their
intention, they glide
as the tonk-tonk-tonk
of engines guides them
through the shadows that roil
in sandbank tides. Shooting
nets they fool the U, tonight
the only barrage, is razor
ording slicing through marrow.
Nausea bleaches the colour
from cheeks already raw
from surging squalls.
And then, at the end of all hope,
ravaged and numb,
the captain calls…
“there are lights…
on the horizon…”
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