Originally published by Subterranean Blue Poetry this was part of the winning entriy for the erbacce poetry prize 2019. I once worked in a Jungian residential treatment ctr. in Litchfield Ct. Robin worked there too as did Eva who got lost with me once in a dream of deep winters
Somehow Coming out at Robin’s House Where She Rescued Us with Coffee
That morning we walked into the snow
Across old farm lands
Over walls of field stone
The flakes large steady
Making it hard to see anything but them.
We’d stumble.
We’d fall.
Each of us
Quick to help the other.
Laugh sometimes,
Kiss sometimes.
Push ourselves forward.
Always forward.
semi shelter of thin woods,
some nameless river,
steepening ridge.
swirls of ever deepening ever dancing
mesmerised not bothering to melt snow
Clung
Like new eyelashes,
Like soft old useless flannel,
Like wishes form a childhood
Unable to be blown away
Or ever to come true.
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The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! Below is the book we produced for him… it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112 pages)
http://erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk/p-d-lyons/4586525519
