icon: the village
set as to close upon themselves the careful fill of shade white plastered walls retrieved cold intact from the light. calloused shutters ajar stranding sun in a momentary room. an exile’s you’d imagine. little of home bed hard against the night-damp wall a lull of sweet smoke the table boasts an icon aged by hand in a city workshop sea calm by distance a minute’s view until you drink the blood-bitter coffee, difficultly talk. 1985 patmos, greece
Taken from my own collection ‘street hung with daylit moon’ published 1986. Acknowledgements to Chamaeleon Press
The music is from ‘Prelude’ by Greek guitarist & composer Minas Bogris.