Friday, July 01, 2016

New Poetry by Hugh McMillan

Towards the Sea

Where the burn joins the river
the language of water is verbs,
rushing from the hills and the fields
with the wind that breaks

the surface in flakes of glass
that mob and scatter like birds.
My daughter is often there:
for now, it is the boundary

of her empire. She sits for hours.
Sentences form, break apart,
and then move away always,
towards the sea.

- Hugh McMillan 2016

Hugh McMillan is a poet living in Galloway in south west Scotland.

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