train to inverness - a poem for vivid imaginations


Train to Inverness - art by Aimée Lister

frequent lakes latch onto the

knitting needles of an older mother


which hatch a neck-full of pearls then

then slowly slowly stitch a dragon.


a sun, slim, fleshes into

smoke and feeds the


geese; beaks filled with bracken

that bronzes by the hour.


this lake quells

the copper knots of


trees and i think of the puff

in the moment after a match.


unknotting, fires pool into

orange windows. the heart


of a tree, cradled over a stormy

stream, passionately breaks.


it never heals. mouths

of wind hold all wounds


quieter than dust.



By Louder Than The Storm writer, Amelie Maurice-Jones.


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