Novohal
So you heard
I’m in danger
of losing the head
to a stranger
I’m only happy when I’m there
And the rain falls like
lead
and the thunder
that’s why I’m in my bed
sometimes under
I know I’m taller when I stand
And the shale cliff
crumbles
in the sea-storm
the witch cracks her knuckles
and hugs herself warm
so much beauty turned to bitterness
But I still love the
sun
in my kitchen
ruffles my hair
like bird-song
I’ll get up soon and go
to Novohal
to Novohal
to Novohal
to Novohal