Blue Coffee at Solstice
Solstice runs its tongue along the horizon
Tasting the iron and salt in the forest’s edge
Light creeps round the tower’s clock
Showing the shattered side
As well as the perfect profile.
Animals run gravely past the slatted trees
Speaking with voices they found
Under the granite pavements:
Fox duppies and bird eidolons
Cavort and snap in deep mists
Their eyes glint with a beautiful lust.
I watch a painted screen of doubtful shoppers
Dreaming of the king’s black horse
Kicking in his rotted trappings he rises
Whickering steam in the frozen air
Breaking the violent earth of the hill.
Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved