Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

Light and shadow

The rule: we should not

begin unwrapping till it’s

light enough to see.

Below the bulges,

not yet decipherable,

orange and penny.

Brandy, a candle:

heat till it catches fire,

pour out the blue flame.

After lunch, a walk

through the summer’s brown bracken

that covers the heath.

On magic carpet

the Prince of Crim Tartary

flies into the night.

The paraffin stove

casts patterns of light on the

high bedroom ceiling.