Neu! Boots Are Made For Walking DAY EIGHT – Dave Coates


Brick by brick, the ivy climbs the tower for its life.
Tycho has meetings, brunch with the ambassador.
His feet deepen the hollows in the stairs.
As he climbs, he brushes the solid leaves.

He taps his nose. Takes the night’s pulse.
Considers the light. It behaves itself,
it has not changed. His eyes cast
over his latest drafts.

The stars are laid out like a painted stage.
The Dutch in revolt to the west.
What matter the sky’s nature or name
when life is lost.

Human voices from the kitchen. The wind.
A new country on the border, a new god.



Dave Coates is a 3rd year PhD candidate at the University of Edinburgh, reading contemporary Northern Irish poetry. He writes at He moved to Edinburgh in 2008, and calls Scotland home.

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