Robin Robertson Listen I sit, astonished by the pink kite: its scoop and plunge, the briefness of it; an escaped blouse, a pocket of silk thumping like a heart tight above the shimmering hill. The she… more →
pō'ĭ-trēkinkminos wrote 4 months ago: a poem by Robin Robertson For Alasdair Roberts I remember the girl with the hare-lip down by Clachan … more →
audiopoetry wrote 2 years ago: Robin Robertson Listen I sit, astonished by the pink kite: its scoop and plunge, the briefness of it … more →