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Gleanings
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Gleanings
Walking in the heathland by the ocean,
I crouched to photograph a flower,
my heart all forgetfulness, and left
my notebook at its roots, wandering on,
then realised its absence with a shock
somewhere close to the end of my walk,
rushed back down the strand
and stumbled on a clump of wood,
pockmarked by shipworms, its rivets
corroded, concreted, jarrah blackened
by long immersion, and knew it
in an instant for a fragment
of that sand-flensed whaleboat carcass
half-submerged in beach, clenched it
to my chest and hurried on.
And almost where I started, there it was:
this marble-papered, brass-clasped
book I write in now. I don’t know
which caused the greater leap
within me, but I drove home
exultant with these two heart-sized
handfuls on the seat beside me:
careless, new-found gleanings
which once were growing trees.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2015.
Walking in the heathland by the ocean,
I crouched to photograph a flower,
my heart all forgetfulness, and left
my notebook at its roots, wandering on,
then realised its absence with a shock
somewhere close to the end of my walk,
rushed back down the strand
and stumbled on a clump of wood,
pockmarked by shipworms, its rivets
corroded, concreted, jarrah blackened
by long immersion, and knew it
in an instant for a fragment
of that sand-flensed whaleboat carcass
half-submerged in beach, clenched it
to my chest and hurried on.
And almost where I started, there it was:
this marble-papered, brass-clasped
book I write in now. I don’t know
which caused the greater leap
within me, but I drove home
exultant with these two heart-sized
handfuls on the seat beside me:
careless, new-found gleanings
which once were growing trees.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2015.
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