Tag Archives: Trees

Every Road (University of Stirling)

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Wherever I go

Wherever I walk,

every road that I wander

will lead me back to you.

 

For my footsteps are printed

in the grass by the hill,

and the loch’s stole an inch

of my tears,

 

And my smile is still etched

in the curve of the bridge,

and my heart in the grey stony

brick.

 

See my words still whistle

in the trees and the reed

and my fingerprints curl

in each book,

 

And my time never ended

with a tap on the head,

with a robe a scroll or a nod and a look.

 

Wherever I go

and wherever I walk,

every road that I wander

will lead me back to you.

©Eilidh G Clark

 

 

I Can See the Wind

I can see the wind.

You can see the airborne leaves, scooped

up from the ground,

You can see the waving branches

on tired trees

 

but I see the wind.

 

Not the inside out umbrellas

or the skirts around red faced ladies,

or even the cigarette packet

zipping through the air.

 

I can see it.

 

It’s not invisible!

Its long and its night coloured

and shaped like a snake and

it slithers and swishes through my hair

playing invisible.

 

I can see the wind.

 

I see it laughing

when it reaches in our chest

and sucks our breath

then whips our words into a whisper.

 

I’m not fooled

by its malice

when it asks the rain

to join in.

 

I can see the wind

and it’s ugly.

©Eilidh G Clark