Two Poems from Brian Jackson
BY BRIAN JACKSON
Image from Karivil of Pixabay
Fish and Chips
We shared our best fish and chips, ever.
We sat watching seagulls thread golden silk
stitching together the day’s ending
and the night’s beginning.
The space between seamless and eternal.
The day had weaved unhindered,
through a patchwork of scrub and heather.
In full surround sound the earth sang,
to the beat of our boots,
its rhythm fading with the daylight.
Released, the weight of our rucksacks.
Boots off, our toes free to roam.
Looking out to sea
we dined on chips seasoned with sweat.
And then the fish,
hidden inside crispy batter,
its flesh white and firm,
swam with the stars.
Image from Bruno/Germany from Pixabay
Her Inferno
Huddled in our underworld cocooned in a blanket
the night had been freezing.
Crying out to Satan, her mind in a spiral,
she sinks into his pit,
felt his smile through an ice cube.
Comatosed she lay trapped in purgatory.
Chianti, the bottle now empty,
warmed her inside, melting the ice.
She saw fields of cornflowers and poppies,
olive groves and the vine,
Galileo’s manuscripts, hidden in a haystack,
and Dante locked in a tower.
Dot and Brian
Brian Jackson is a Pembrokeshire local, who takes beautiful photographs of nature, as well as delighting us with his poetry.
