Solar eclipse, Dartington, 11th August 1999
The music ends and silence is our cue to move from garden grounds
to wild and windswept grasslands at the end of one ascending track
along whose narrow banks the drama class begins to call in rounds
and R. is there and watching me and shouting shivers down my back.
The sun’s behind the clouds when all we gather over green and brown
in groups and trying glasses on the jettest black in yellow frames
and pater says these people don’t know physics with a comic frown
and R. is there and watching me and I am sun in auburn flames.
And suddenly the darkness sweeps across the field with sun still in
yet strong enough to cause this rush this running over earth to sea
my pulse is racing blood on fire and heating all my freckled skin
and R. is there and watching me and watching me and watching me.
🌘 🌑 🌒
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