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, image copyright Mary Evans / Roger Mayne Archive
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.