POEM TITLE Blackness Bay (A villanelle for Catherine)
POEM
If I could give you just another day,
We would spend it somewhere that we both know
Where time is always still – in Blackness Bay.
Briny hands and soft salty cheeks would play –
Wet white horses with fizzing manes below –
If I could give you just another day.
A thousand hearts sing on sticky sea spray –
Kings and working men, poets, and all those
Others who rest in time in Blackness Bay.
In The Lobster Pot we would dine and say
Auld Lang Syne. In Blackness on Sea, drinks flow
And we laugh, just like any other day.
Outside, a ship that never sailed, they say,
Is an earthly ode to those other folk
Whose time is always still, in Blackness Bay.
Above a foaming froth of stormy grey
I breathe, and give breath to a thousand souls.
While I cannot give you another day,
Our time is always here in Blackness Bay.
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