Lyn Moir: two poems


Stations of the cross
or wayside calvaries,
arches of bone, rib vaults
enclosing a gaping nave,
these are milestones.

Hooves beyond numbering,
one-toed or two, naked or shod,
have cut desert tracks
with loads of spices, silk,
cotton, gold,
princesses, warriors, slaves.

Rendered immobile
by wounds or exhaustion,
‘thrown on the gobi’
to await death or miracles,
horses and camels,
cathedrals in miniature,
lining the routes.

Night Road to Anxi

The dark is solid.

We make our way
grabbing the tails
of ghostly horses
flying by.

No one speaks.

Copyright © Lyn Moir 2014

Lyn Moir has published four collections, two with Arrowhead Press and two with Calder Wood Press. She lives in St. Andrews. She is working on a fifth collection.



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