Bordeaux Bay

Bordeaux Bay
Bordeaux Bay by Guernsey-based artist Tony Taylor

Wednesday, 15 June 2016


This poem was published long ago under a different title, but stumbling upon the haunting image below brought it to back to mind. 
Poem and image seem ideally suited to one another.


As night goes stepping like a dancer;
white frost stands on the black-thorn;
moonlight spills on the expanse, where
grass advances, each blade drawn.

From her bed, voices entrance her
then draw her, helpless as a fawn,
out to the bridge and there, balance her
briefly, before she plunges down,

as night goes stepping like a dancer,

to drown
and drown
and drown
and drown.

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