From my poetry blog
However Slight
however slight
the unconvincing smile;
frozen lilt of a tongue
and an Irish grave
turn away
tomorrow’s spoilers
for today’s surprises
I wake; you sleep,
there is a bite
to the breeze
stirring broken glass,
however slight
©AndrewJamesMurray
from my poetry blog.
My debut poetry collection is three years old today.
Happy Birthday Heading North!
Working on a young sibling for you.
from my poetry blog
Writer In A Coffee Shop Nobody sees as we do — a conspiratorial attempt at flattery, rising up from the books on the slanted shelves. Vinyl albums are fixed to the ceiling, you can get a stiff neck searching out the soundtrack to your life. Upstairs the sound of a tattooist, reminds him of the dentist, sets his teeth on edge, running ravines of mottled brown. He hears it still, that night as she lies with her face to the wall, a tree brooding in the back garden; across the rooftops thoughts dissipate into silence, yet still, that sound, transmuted slowly into goose flesh ©AndrewJamesMurray
from my poetry blog.
Savage Sky In this savage sky, in this ragged hour, a low, winter sun glazes soft all flesh of inordinate pallor, embarrassed by impotence. Unravelling powder blue ribbons, colouring brittle braids blown among briered mountains of white. Black cattle bellowing in coarse vernacular a dumb language of instinct, lust. And crying like a child, each insipid sow. You can smell the sea, but not see it, cupped in hands of granite, cold, loved. Suffering the separation of centuries, more. ©AndrewJamesMurray
From my poetry blog
Changeling time creates; time destroys witness the growth of men from boys a belligerent sun warps continents of clouds a plane, a boat and a hike will get him there shaking his hair along liminal coastlines harvesting mannerisms, lives, throwaway lines in a fisherman's hut a changeling writes ©AndrewJamesMurray
from my poetry blog
She's writing down her thoughts, and, more disconcertingly, mine And she's stripping me naked along every line ©AndrewJamesMurray
