Monday, September 06, 2010

poetry snapshots: dominic james


Afternoon Song


You there in your old, cold country

Do you think of me

As a bay in North Sicily,

Or rumpled bedroom flooded with heat and light

(From which you cannot keep out

a small cry in the night)

Hot despite all slats and flats of your

Shuttered North doors that can hardly withdraw

All the heat of the day,

At least you can park all your secrets in shade

Until evening takes some heat from your blushes,

Your burns and the drops of your foolish, salt tears



first published online Sentinel Literary Quarterly (January 2010 issue)

http://www.sentinelpoetry.org.uk/slq/3.2/poetry/dominic-james.htm



Dominic James, approaching middle age, William Yeats and holidays with caution, has been reading with the Bright Scarves poets in Richmond for two years. A prizewinning essayist and short story writer these days he says it's all poetry. Contactable on djames@daemonbook.co.uk

2 comments:

Gill Learner said...

Great to see the first 'snapshot' and I very much enjoyed Dominic's poem.

delayed reactions said...

Good poem, isn't it, thanks. I'm getting your poem ready to put up on the 18th Oct :)