"One story and the other" by Sarah Broom, 1972 - 2013
My stomach churns like stormwater
running to the sea
and in the wake of the storm
I am strewn with debris.
*
When you look at me
with that innocent face,
as artless as the full moon,
as simple as the round
of cream at the top
of those old glass bottles �
then I forget
your other side,
the veiled moon,
the averted head,
the shuttered eyes.
*
This afternoon the harbour
was still and sultry
running to the sea
and in the wake of the storm
I am strewn with debris.
*
When you look at me
with that innocent face,
as artless as the full moon,
as simple as the round
of cream at the top
of those old glass bottles �
then I forget
your other side,
the veiled moon,
the averted head,
the shuttered eyes.
*
This afternoon the harbour
was still and sultry
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