Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

July 16, 2013


Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:15 am

“Talk soft to me,

talk gently as the night

shuffles its papers

in high offices and hilltops.


Talk low like cattle,

breathe hay-scented words

and I will show you the book

kept inside my coat,


already learnt by heart

by the nightjars that churr

to each other before daylight

setting the darkness home.”


Helen Ivory

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