This is my latest collection of poetry. Published by Carcanet in November 2008.
A NIGHT OF DEMONS
It takes the last of the day’s brightness with it, A red fritillary sideslipping A spider’s trapthread cantilevered between leaf and leaf towards
Dusk. So lacewing, waxwing, a dither of something Ramshackle, entirely feelers and long, loose legs, A waltz of bronze eyelashes from carpet to skirting board, The mosquito’s impression of a high speed dentist’s drill
All before moths begin to cover the glass of the cabin door. The largest is the colour of cut wood, The smallest a corner of a dirty bandage. In between flutter slivers of stone or leaves deprived of light.
Outside is the growl of a stream over rock, Energies that knot and tangle to the Black Sea. Later I may shine my torch on water and glimpse The tremor of a trout’s fin, the spasm of a crayfish tail.
Goatsucker, frog, a sidling in the grass; On the porch I brush away cobwebs from my face Not an architecture, but a stickiness of scraps of cloth. Then the unlikely angel; a bat, its toppling flight, Catching insects as if from the crests of fast-moving ghosts of waves.