Knotbrook Taylor

I write about what happens and what speaks to me in the landscape and peoplescapes that surround me. I am always learning about writing and through it about myself.

Poems

ROUTINE MANOEUVRES

(Findhorn Beach)

1

I could hear music (sometimes I like it)
out past the wind mill milling the wind

viva the sand dunes, viva the breakers
viva the swimmers, viva their time

both of them naked out in the water
hogging a landscape entwined in their arms

hugging and kissing, they were dreaming new bedrooms
they were dreaming new houses, they were dreaming new lives

fierce concertos and busy sonatas
oh! the sonatas that sang in my head


2

slowly so slowly in ascending order
rose from the runway like whales of the sky

impossible giants in faun desert dresses
banked and they flew side on to the beach

routine manoeuvres drowned out the piano
the music was gone the bombers held sway

afterwards silence and putting their clothes on
touching but barely they lay on the sand

aftershock falling, they fell into Findhorn
they fell without knowing, they fell like the rain

who gave the order on a Monday afternoon
to rattle the pebbles
and vindicate love

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