The Girton Poetry Group

Not Averse

Fugue by water

The heart trips and is under way

A harbour adorned with lights

Shoeless feet and unsteady ground

If I close my eyes I still see

A harbour adorned with lights

On the festival of Ferragosto

If I close my eyes I still see

Fireworks like a Pollock painting

On the festival of Ferragosto

Years from that night

Fireworks like a Pollock painting

As the thunderstorm struck the sea

Years from that night

On a promontory we watched

As the thunderstorm struck the sea

The shock of a constellation lost

On a promontory we watched

And the night stared back

The shock of a constellation lost

We navigate by auspice

And the night stared back

Perseid gleams between the stars

We navigate by auspice

The fire which leapt over us

Perseid gleams between the stars

Like seeing a humpback breach

The fire which leapt over us

The ocean rolling beneath us

Like seeing a humpback breach

Great Skellig slate grey and wet

The ocean rolling beneath us

Your tears mingling with the rain

Great Skellig slate grey and wet

Gazing from a clifftop grave

Your tears mingling with the rain

Could I foretell the future

Gazing from a clifftop grave

Curved ache of a clear horizon

Could I foretell the future

The wake of light on water

Curved ache of a clear horizon

You hold your hand in mine

The wake of light on water

Whales singing the day in

You hold your hand in mine

Shoeless feet and unsteady ground

Whales singing the day in

The heart trips and is under way