The Wake It’s not clear where the river begins where her body ends watery thoughts phantoms meeting only to part a looseness expanding as stars might deepen— one empty breath at a time— to fill a winter’s sky ave ave it’s not clear is it she or the river that pulls me so? I dip my fingers into her hair stare into lidded eyes a dragon lies in the depth of each it seems to be sleeping dormez-vous? dormez-vous? a bell is ringing dormez-vous?
Scott Elder lives in France. His work has mostly appeared in the UK and Ireland. A debut pamphlet, Breaking Away, was published by Poetry Salzburg in 2015, his first collection, Part of the Dark, by Dempsey&Windle 2017 (UK), and the second, My Hotel, is forthcoming in Salmon Poetry 2023 (Ireland). Website: https://www.scottelder.co.uk/