sloping 7

you slope into the hills
your body
ageless – haunted Algonquin
group of 7 trees
grouped around Rain Lake cabin
memory into memories.
you and i
sleep-swim water
mouth into the ghosts and the mice
of the dark as we
fall asleep.
8pm feels of midnight
6am wakes into history with early
rise and fog disputing
with mind and body asking
if not saying
‘we are on city time – go
back to bed’
knowing it will not happen.
if i could paint
you would find your body
sloping naturally into the hills
where aging would be
as mysterious as living
and living
would have no ending
just as these woods
this great forest
whispers now
understanding fear and wonderment
all at once.


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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