Catriona Yule


You once gave me an ocean
and I cupped it in my hands,
sang sweet songs to it,
fed it poetry as if it was my own.

You waited until I'd nurtured it
day and night, filling it with
tender lullabies and
talk of moon and stars,

and then you hid it away
to lie unrested
in your other world
where it is too dark to grow.

Sometimes I see it glowing,
its face vivid,
its heart stretched out,
wrapping me up in its arms

and sometimes I wait

and I wait.


Published in The Open Mouse Spot, 2008
(Poetry Scotland)
and in Night Train, 2012
(Blue Salt Publishing)

Night Train

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