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Take a look at the filmpoem Cover the Mirrors, made for me by the talented Encarna Dorado Cuenca. It was shortlisted in the FACT & Channels 2015 Filmpoem Competition.
TALKING TO THE SAND
Lapping foam the only sound.
The sun hasn’t woken
the heat-seekers yet.
I float in white linen.
My small white feet, naked,
sand-buffed silky soft
murmur whispers, our secrets.
I sense a presence
and turn.
Tourist - voyeur,
camera zooming,
stealing my image, abashed.
My image, mine, me
in an advert for paradise.
I smile.
This will be my memory
at home in the rain.

From the collection The Light
CICADETTA MONTANA
They live underground for seven years
before coming out to mate
and sing – I’d sing too!
Don’t they know they’re going to die
in four to six weeks?
You can’t see them, but
when you’re young
you can hear the males;
their high pitched shrilling is inaudible
to most over forties.
There’s a phone app now to hunt them.
People of a certain age
are roaming around
searching for something they can’t see
and will never find.

From the new collection Legacy.