Gordon R Menzies Biography

I follow the pale, silken river
of your outstretched leg
from the river mouth, where
your painted toes glittered
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I've given up poetry

no more pulled faces, long
as autumn grey shadows,
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Silver leaves beneath the water
lay layered and unmoving
as though painted on the stream bed
discarded love letters, inkless
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These last leaves between us, Mother
falling from our old family tree
your last few clinging in your winter
mine, yet coloured in my autumn days
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when she wears the long blue shirt
she is a lost ocean I wish to name
hypnotic fabric wave over wave
white buttons mother-of-pearl
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