New Age – a poem by Craig Dobson

New Age

But over the sunlight
Of the first man.
R. S. Thomas

From gullet to jaw, along the ragged bite
to the tongue of sand tipped white
where I stand, maw-torn, this May morning
whose midwife gulls glide above sea pools
cauled with weed, as a cord of light leads me
– Jonah-born – to the infancy of foam,
over which my golden sire burns,
and my lapis dam spreads forever hands
to gather up their son.


Craig Dobson has been published in Acumen, Agenda, Antiphon, Butcher’s Dog, Crannóg, The Frogmore Papers, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Interpreter’s House, Lighten Up Online, The London Magazine, Magma, Neon, New Welsh Review, The North, Orbis, Pennine Platform, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Prole, The Rialto, Stand, Southword and Under The Radar.

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