I wander along paths
under inkscape of night, drawn back
to stand at this water’s edge,
watch wafer-thin bat wings hang
silent above lake skin lit by your smile,
air heavy with musk breaths
as parched earth lips welcome
summer rain and what might be breeze
of fox tail stalking undergrowth
as I stare long at tonight’s face, imagine
omniscient eyes, hand magnets to wind
and unwind tides; ley line ties
to orchard stars and outermost planets;
whispers, I swear, from nowhere –
near as voices in another room.
Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist from Wirral. His poetry is published in Prole, Atrium, Strix, Ink, Sweat & Tears, London Grip and elsewhere. Awarded second prize in the 2019 Yaffle Prize, commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition, his debut pamphlet ‘Quotidian’ is published by Yaffle Press.