Postcards from Malthusia DAY THIRTY-SIX: Morag Anderson



Another night

succumbs to copper.

Morning swallows sentinel light

in the hospital carpark.

Incoming weather is dark.


His flickering lids

journey the geography

of sixty-seven summers,

come to rest on condensed light:

distant as heather honey.


I blow thirty-two winds

of the mariner’s rose

upon his cooling skin, slack

like a sail’s empty belly.

Life changes tack.


The music of monitors

steps up a pace

as his own timpani slows

then holds low C.

I run cold water to drown

the sound of my relief.



Morag Anderson lives in Highland Perthshire. One of her poems was placed in the Blue Nib Chapbook VI Contest. She performed at StAnza Poetry Festival 2020, was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize 2019 and won Over the Edge Poet of the Year 2018 and the Clochoderick 2018 Prize. Her poemsa ppear in several anthologies as well as Popshot Quarterly, Skylight47, The Scotsman, and The Corbenic Poetry Path.

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