Socket in peat-skinned skull of hill
watching through Cyclops eye,
the white-limbed clouds trapezing still
that circus ring of sky.
(Ian Emberson)
More Poetry from Ian Emberson:
- At the grave of Anastasia Baluk - Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
- A Weed is a flower in the wrong place (Ian Emberson Poem)
- Spires of the fireweed.. (Ian Emberson Poem)
- Lingering by the doorway of the woods (Ian Emberson Poem)
- West Riding (Ian Emberson Poem)
- Aloneness (Ian Emberson Poem)