Alasdair Paterson

 

 

 

Swifts

You were there,
I was over here,
the swifts were
everywhere between
being transcendental and
complicated and always
trapped in their velocities.

Their stitchwork fell apart
like old infatuation,
like the ghost of fireworks,
until dusk thickened
and they were only
shivers in it.

I moved closer.
You let me help with
your imaginary shawl.

 

 

Alasdair Paterson returned to writing in 2007 after a 20 year break, and since then has published on the governing of empires (Shearsman Books) and the pamphlets Brumaire and later (Flarestack Poets) and in arcadia (Oystercatcher Press).

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