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Jon McLeod

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Night

Jon McLeod

1 min read

draws towards us

with heavy paces

wears the same cloak

on all occasions

hides everything we seek

except the cinders

left lit for us

until daybreak...

Garden

Jon McLeod

1 min read

A fucsia stem dips

in the slimmest of breezes

five bells chime no sound


A crow drifts over

morning’s blue clarity holds

its wings fully open...

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Belongings

Jon McLeod

1 min read

are what we claim

what we must trail

with us when we leave

the empty train


once they would bury us

with what was needed

a bone-toothed comb

a clutch of reeds

a tiny lamp

to find our home...

Sloes

Jon McLeod

1 min read

White tarnish on their purple skins.

When you taste one, it’s bitterness

that moves you.


Better to boil them, souse them

with cold spirit, hide them in the drawer

you rarely open.


Until you want to know what it’s like

this taint of autumn and you drain

their ghosts into a ice-ringed glass....

Curiousity

Jon McLeod

1 min read

killed no-one

it harmed no cats

the oldest lie is

keep your nose clean

your chin below

the parapet

in short stay put

no place like home

even when the heart’s

no longer in it...

Poetry

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Watering

Jon McLeod

1 min read

I forget sometimes the ground’s thirst.

Remember only when the rain’s held off

a few days later than they said.

It’s often dusk when I traipse in bare feet,

feel what the sun has left in the paving

and greet the rain barrel with a nod.

I let the bound water surge into the can.

A kindness I feel. Something stored

against the drought. I bless the basil first,

let leaves curl down under brief casca...

Mangrove

Jon McLeod

1 min read

Here roots reach the air

they cannot trust the sand

salt water would corrode

leave fissures in the spine


they take what sustenance

they can through

calloused tongues

pray in their complex mass

for kinder shores to grow...

Poetry

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