DNR
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.
new boots and pantisocracies 