tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29114411.post-80442078314551718622008-02-04T10:53:00.000Z2008-12-13T04:20:37.458Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8yx2-LPeR0/R6bwoH63kyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9c2f_aKdHIA/s1600-h/zuechtig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8yx2-LPeR0/R6bwoH63kyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9c2f_aKdHIA/s320/zuechtig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163078594938245922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Even in dreams you pull away<br />your flickering eyes betray you.<br />It didn’t seem much to begin with<br />just another cross on a pauper’s grave.<br /><br />As we travelled through miles of desolate<br />Caithness marsh you were gone.<br />I stared at the flat roads and felt<br />the prickle of holly and forget-me-nots.<br /><br />I watched you light a cigarette<br />and turn flames into a soft grey ash.<br />I could feel it in my veins, the way<br />the curlews swooped and screeched.<br /><br />On the gentle slopes of Bettyhill<br />you picked sharpened whins<br />and drove them into my skin.<br />There were no soft drugs involved.<br /><br />We came to a halt at Tongue. Alone<br />on the shore, I went down on my knees<br />to pray for cockles and mussels and pearls.<br />You filed your nails with a board.<br /><br />Something terminal and sad was written<br />in the way you walked along the beach,<br />as if backwards, through hands of bracken.<br />You wore a crown of tangled gorse.<br /><br />The tide was gone, leaving miles<br />of corrugated sand. So we waited.<br />Five days I counted. Then five years.<br />There was something I forgot to say.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Kevin Williamson<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Vanishing Point is a poem from Kevin's new book In A Room Darkened (on Two Ravens Press),<br />SFTF is honoured to feature this poem in January's edition - Kevin Williamson's Rebel Inc imprint was a major inspiration behind many of the writers featured on this site.<br /><br />To buy a copy of his book follow this link, please buy direct from Two Ravens and support the independent book publishing movement -<br />http://www.tworavenspress.com/HTML%20Pages/Buy%20books.htm<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29114411-8044207831455171862?l=upbondageupyours.blogspot.com'/></div>straightfromthefridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920963814705081178noreply@blogger.com2