your name belongs
in every sweet song
on my lips
Tweets
sunlight on rain pools
sunlight on rain pools
breeze ripples surface not depth
past times reflection
Arthur’s Seat
sleeping elephant
grass wind-shimmers in the sun
dreams of sky and sea
Monsoon
she left
his eyes dry
in his heart
a monsoon
echo
echo echo echo echo
echo echo echo
echo echo
echo
Birds are awake
Birds are awake
Dawn does not break in silence
Early morning flight
I fall asleep, head in hand, elbow perched on armrest
then bounce awake
my cheek buffeted by the cheek of a passing steward
pulling behind him a hot and cold beverage trolley
silence then crickets
silence then crickets
wild fennel heads stripped from stalks
sunfall; empty thoughts
Arthur’s Seat, June evening
Above the hilltop calling gulls bank on wingtip, harried by rooks patrolling in threes. A long-shadowed hare tears through heather and dives into gorse. In the distance, beyond the new town, three bridges.
On Father’s Day
On Father’s Day he used to pretend he wasn’t bothered but mum told us he used to smile to himself and tell her he loved us. Later we found every card we ever sent him in a plastic bag inside a box inside another plastic bag. We think they were in year order.
simonsalento 