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Out of Our Space 

Fresh verse on offer, for pleasure, inspired by a mathematician within a fraction of seconds. This ties very neatly with Geopoetics on a more universal scale. And later thought of Edwin Morgan, the great poet from Glasgow. 


It is titled: Out of Our Space

Tell me again,

how far from our star to

the Earth?
So many zeros between

us, 

should we ignore

sleek speed of

light…

93 million miles away,

or a mere 9.3×10 to the power of 7 – 

or eight 

minutes, if

we manage to

harness

light

to

catch a 

glimpse of each sunrise.
How 

many stars,

rotating moons, elliptical rides, rings, or 

rocks 

in 

between

us and the unknown? 
Reset the clock in standard form and 

start

punching 

the right button.
Lerwick, 7 June 2016

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Werewulf

Without question, verse from the dark side of the moon, as I spend moments inside black, in contemplation with absence – in meditation with a question mark.

How do you deal with solitude?
The other day in the classroom, I stared at Morgan’s poetry, stapled among a sea of blue background paper.
There, a carefully cut hyena, with a few lines from his poem.

And then, this line – I am the slave of darkness. The rest emerged from my black pen…

Whereas, part one deals with such folklore creature, part two & three zoom in further into fur & animal print.

This triptych is entitled:Werewulf

With grateful thanks to Edwin Morgan’s Hyena.

1.
Late old English.

I am darkness,
I am the dark side of the blue,
I am so afraid of colours,
I am the killer of
purple,
crimson,
twilight –

I am the howler,
moon’s
hunter,

I am the sharp ivory fangs

I am the saliva heaver,
I am orange eyed inside black,
I am the hunchback of bleak lands,
where heather burns but never blooms;

I am manimal nocturnal,
the outsider with
chiselled
claws,

I am intruder in
your
dreams,

I am the slave in darkness

——-
2.
Wolverine

heavily built,
short-legged meat eater with
a long coat, brown in
colour,
winter-eyed,
bushy-tailed –
native to
tundra & forests,

Gulo gulo,
deep inside white.

———-
3.
dactylogram

an impression of five fingers
on a rock face,
heather,
icecap
or
fresh
snowflakes,

digital dream,
a signature left to
ponder,

dactylographic formula.

© Nat Hall 2014

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