Stuart A. Paterson Poems

(Grez-sur-Loing, November 2014)

It's long after midnight, cold, damp,
French fog slinking up from the Loing
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At Crianlarich where the great winds roared,
hyphens of railway line flow to meet
between frowns of dark mountain, converge
tremulously for a timetabled heartbeat.
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(Isle of Vatersay)

Here is a house where no-one lives
by a beach where the wide-water highway is
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He won’t change a tyre or put up a shelf
that won’t fall off or fall in on itself,
he won’t know the difference between neutral & live
or decorate, plaster, wire circuits, or drive.
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