Thursday, January 21
..my favourite memory is how you smelt
.....my favourite memory is how you smelt,
because it was how the land smelt;
the first dewfall,
rains promised three days before they came;
and the dust, when they did come, as it settled and you
would enter the room bringing into it leather and sweet sweat;
saddle-sore sun-warmed and fire-smoked skin and everyone had missed you.
You would fill the room with sunshine,
burst its seams with a quality of brightness
that you could not contain;
where hardly even aware of.
You smelt of horse sweat and chaff,
you smelt mostly