Poetry with passion

Last Friday night I went to a poetry reading evening at The Picture Framers Art Gallery in Forres. The day before I had been in to see Graham about some picture framing and while waiting I picked up a poetry book by Eileen Carney Hulme. I read one, then another and just had to buy it.

The next night at the poetry evening (which was excellent) this lady was there and although she didn't read any of her work it seems she was mentoring some of the other poets. Anyway the following poem by Eileen Carney Hulme is a typical example of her work. Does it resonate with you?

Indian Summer

 

Like a deep blue wave

of passion

you shore into the room

where I sit waiting quietly,

open-booked.

 

We have moved through days,

loss, pain

to hold this moment,

this picture postcard seascape

of gentle harbouring.

 

You say

'I knew you were here

I could smell you'

and effortlessly I sway

to seal my fate.

 

You taste of ocean,

avenues of grassy dunes,

like a magician

you pluck a tiny pebble

from my hair-

 

Ancient survivor, sun kissed

on this summer afternoon,

unconditionally

I step out of my dress

into your dream.