i.m. John Goodfellow Glenday
John Glenday
I carved out the careful absence of a hill and a hill grew.
I cut away the fabric of the trees
and the trees stood shivering in the darkness.
When I had burned off the last syllables of wind,
a fresh wind rose and lingered.
But because I could not bring myself
to remove you from that hill,
you are no longer there. How wonderful it is
that neither of us managed to survive
when it was love that surely pulled the burr
and love that gnawed its own shape from the burnished air
and love that shaped that absent wind against a tree?
Some shadow’s hands moved with my hands
and everything I touched was turned to darkness
and everything I could not touch was light.
Geotag co-ordinates: 56.452718, -2.995067
Date of placement : 08.04.14
Happened to be walking along the footpath on that edge of the Green at 7:49 pm this evening of 8th April, out to photograph the evening and the light. Saw the plate, took a quick image of the poem. Thank you, both, for your work.
ReplyDeleteMike, thank you so much for commenting and congratulations on being the first!
ReplyDeleteThe project only started today and should have some more poems on it very shortly. All the very best.