Three poems by Gillian Prew

 
Birds/Untitled

October/
a thousand gusts unpick the leaves.

Bird/and bird
moored to the black-knot trees
tails like rudders in harsh water/
wings wrapped featherweight sails.

Paired/
they wait the length of their bond/they wait
for a shift in the cold as day darkens barely into evening.

The edge of rain is ahead
it appears/it sounds
and the world weeps/
it bursts.
 
 
A Wound’s Sound

Sea-sound/a wound’s sound/
the white lifting edge of the tide

with its hurl of blinking gulls,
wings risen like silver parachutes.

Stood, in the wind-sound
my ears full/my eyes as the water/
my wrapped-round arms
slipped between two hoarse gusts.

Slow/
the sun comes
a fetch of light.

A space/

an ambient howl-sound

Listen/

the gutted beasts.
 
 
“restlessly, driven by leaves.”

after a line by Rilke

Leaf-sound/sea-sound/bird-sound/
shoved places of air –
pockets of autumn/natural languages.

*
The scuffed water/the swinging fruits/the ruffled gulls

– wind with its throat open.

*

The soaring cold barks at windows like a kept-out dog
whines through the small spaces/slows the old.

*
And in cold’s quiet undertow blood is not quite wide enough/blood
clotted on pavements rowanberry red.

*
My ear to the stone hard/hard
a murmur is coming/
a tremble of locked-up hooves.

*
Jackdaws and magpies land on the treetops.
The branches flap/they wave.
An old man looks up in his flat cap/
his mouth a shut wound.

*
Kolya, ghost-white
traipsing the ochre-cluttered gardens
and Milo, a shadow/
his guts thrust up to his chest.

*
Autumn/
the days loop-gusts tight to the bone
loose to the sky/the lifted holes.
 
 
Born Stirling, Scotland in 1966, Gillian Prew studied Philosophy at The University of Glasgow from 1984-1988. She is the author of two chapbooks, DISCONNECTIONS (erbacce-press, 2011) and IN THE BROKEN THINGS (Virgogray Press, 2011). A further collection, THROATS FULL OF GRAVES, is newly released from Lapwing Publications in 2013 . Her poems have been published widely online and in print, including Vayavya, The Poetry Shed, A New Ulster, The Open Mouse, Ink, Sweat & Tears, ‘ditch’, and From Glasgow to Saturn. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and has twice been short-listed for the erbacce-prize. You can find her online at http://gillianprew.com/

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