Room to breathe

i.
A piece of sharpness
cries, lying
triumphant

and the long sadness
weeps blue for the
hurried night, it comes
too soon.

The fury of a
blistered cant
mellows. It lists solely.

You chew your words
for the green days;
and the blue days chew them
and soul’s end sleeps.

Exeunt,
we are become peace.

 
ii.
As the morning covers the rainclouds
and the world remembers its weight,
I think:
one more coffee
one more breakfast.

My father’s wisdom brought laughter
to the long and sickly night.
My mother’s wisdom made
the morning dawn bright.
And I thank them.
I thank them.

J. D. Dixon is a London-born, Glasgow-based novelist, poet and playwright. His debut novel, The Unrivalled Transcendence of Willem J. Gyle (Thistle, 2017) was shortlisted for the Somerset Maugham Award (2018) by the Society of Authors, among other accolades. The judges called it ‘powerful and brutal’, whilst The IndieView labelled it ‘lyrical and haunting.’

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