for W. S. Graham (1918-1986) on his centenary
I’m drifted and shouting down Hope Street from Cornwall
my wife at my side locking out winter. I am born
out of a hundred years with the right words altering my dying.
My voice is here, translated, full of water and silk birds.
Greenock is my blood – and loch Thom, and the loud night –
and the Clyde is my moving grave. And the calm days
south of the womb have art as their light, and the sea
is a blue dust. The air is purple with foxgloves and the rain
darkens the forest by the Madron River but
I am not here.
I am not here.
© Gillian Prew
Picture 10406820, photograph by Roger Mayne, circa 1960s
Born in Stirling, Scotland in 1966, Gillian Prew studied Philosophy at the University of Glasgow from 1984 to 1988. Her chapbook, Disconnections, can be purchased from erbacce-press (2011) and another chapbook, In the Broken Things, published by Virgogray Press (2011). Her collection, Throats Full of Graves, was published in 2013 by Lapwing Publications. Her latest collection, A Wound’s Sound, was released from Oneiros Books in April 2014. Her latest chapbook, Three Colours Grief, was published by erbacce-press in June 2016. She has been twice shortlisted for the erbacce-prize and twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her latest project is a collaboration with the poet and artist, Karen Little. She is widely published with poems at The High Window, The Curlew, The Lake, Zoomorphic Magazine, and Ofi Press Magazine, among others.