Dog Days

Dog Days



pockets of dereliction
the dog days of July

hanks of grass
and shaggy-maned
stalks

who can deny
the sapping sun

at its highest point
lording over
our genuflecting
straw gods

in the square
in the shade 
of a spreading elm
the fatigue of noon-day
workers





©AndrewJamesMurray
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Ocean

Ocean

With an ardent longing,
sending her mating call over corpulent dune
to my sand-sprinkled raptures,
wildly adoring 
her untameable passion
but knowing my place;

walking these ravaged islands,
carrying the frantic coupling 
in my bedchamber,
alone,

tasting the salty spume still,
her lingering kisses
an invitation 
to slip beneath her surface,
sighing.




©AndrewJamesMurray

Northern Girl

Northern Girl

born in rain
raised on the northern wind

scattered over
blackstone moor

the smell of dusk
and crowberry in her hair

head cushioned
by cotton grass, bracken

the twite whispers
in her ear 

eyes suggest
the circling merlin

accustomed to
feel

peat water 
bleed

dissolution
on the Pennine ridge




©AndrewJamesMurray