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/
