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Kelvin Corcoran

By the well of Thalmi, Ino my bride

come out of your house, come out in the night

with ship gods as well as land gods,

with bronze statues on the island

in the open air of Pephnos,

with the whiter than usual ants.


See the owls swoop down from the tower

on dark wires sure as death,

hunting in pairs back and forth

threading the night.


My mind empties around the tower

of Kapetanios Christeas and into the sea;

my old neighbour sings at night,

her imperfect beautiful voice

rises for no-one or the moon, Ino, for no-one

or the dark ocean wrapped around the world.


From Painted, Spoken No 6 (2003)