Category Archives: Poems by Mattias Thomas

The Calanques

At Suginot the water swarms around the rock fall, Turquoise and empty. The round power of tides grasps like a pulse. The bending pine branches are green hands Cupping water, anointing the scree with polka dots. The white couple fend … Continue reading

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We should have been together

We should have been together, here, where the water is not natural, where there is a dark pool on the beach. A tank of black water which absorbs light, even in the onslaught of white crests, which break the pebbles … Continue reading

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The King of the High Chaparral

Shuffling brushes like a clenched mikado, mixing the ingredients for paint; earth and iris, and horse-piss, spring water, whiskey, potash and salt, pestled stamens like virgin’s sleep, and arsenic for old time’s sake. The painter lines up the motley pack … Continue reading

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The Road (Kenfig Pools)

We shall tramp about, with our eyes on small traps of water in the track. His eyes will be mine, even the styes that crowd the lid, and the black lines like burnt cities when he squints. They will be … Continue reading

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You Don’t Love Ducklings Like I Do

Winter’s dry, and Summer’s wet, and they laughed at you and I, in a pop-up tent in Somerset, but they didn’t sit on a pink mat, drinking pink wine, wearing thin macks, under thick pines, and didn’t visit the Bishop’s … Continue reading

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Where Has My Steep Garden Gone?

The steep garden might’ve died, the lawn with white clover may have sunk out of sight. These are tired times, the seasons don’t stick to their promised arrivals, the snowdrops are keeping the daffodils down. Mrs Bruno’s green; you know, … Continue reading

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A Witch-Finger Stick

Using a witch-finger stick to plant beans around a tee-pee. She must have eaten thousands of runner beans. She still prods the earth around a cart-wheel like the queen of cycles. The baobab tree went in with a finger. The … Continue reading

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The end of the adventure

In a rather exciting development, a poet friend of mine, Mattias Thomas, has agreed to give me a poem each week to put up on this blog. A small circle of us have been enjoying these for years, and now … Continue reading

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