Two Poems by Morgan Downie

iron

by Morgan Downie

 

lead men, our dusk bodies coated

in soot, slow footed, scorched

 

we talk in mutters, anthracite

hearts dark as welder’s glass

yet we pause at the furnace

the glowing bowl of molten heart

 

look down, owl eyed,

spark filled and dazzled

 

 

 

geocache

by Morgan Downie

 

there, by the carved rocks

uprooted from a bed of moss

a tobacco tin

 

the green and gold of virginia,

hand rolled, slight corrosion

water intrusion, slight damage

 

an unkerneled husk of geode,

split open, white veins

of quartz, pocket smooth

 

a postcard, cardboard damp

to the touch Largs, 8th august 1957

‘where we walked as children’

 

a yellow metal ring

thin from wear

a lock of grey hair

 

and a slip of paper

careful handwriting

‘remember’

 


Morgan Downie is a poet, short story writer and visual artist. He is a keen cyclist and not shy of a canoe. His collections include stone and sea, distances, and a lazarus. He is a keen collaborator and cites having a laugh as his main motivator for creative work.

 

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Author: The Slag Review

A quarterly print and online lit mag

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