Ian Scott Massie

Up in the emerald bilberry leaves  -


Where the grey tumble stones are combed silver,

Where water  flows, 

Poured into darkness beneath the sun shimmered heath 

With a rumble of liquid thunder,

Kissed by the fragrance

That only the scents of July can combine to create


- I am sitting in peace.



Laid in a hospital bed,

With all of the wonders of Darlington round me,

I promised myself that as soon as my freedom was granted

That I would be here on the heather of heaven.


And here -


By the build and hope bridge

Where the wrens sit and sing and the bees stud the broom


- I will peel off the shadows that lie on my heart

Like the stains on the skin 

Of the sodium vault of the town

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