Heloise At The Oratory

Heloise At The Oratory

Heloise At The Oratory 150 150 Davina Allison

For M

i. Matins 
I have been a long time here,
my love, hands thin
on the dry scrape of winter,
still in its habit
of pinning the hours
in a trace of ice as blue-lipped
and weary as bird bones.
Do you remember? The spill
of morning along our thighs,
those blackening curves
soft as water against the slick
darkness of you – turning lover’s
wrists towards the sky,
her colours ash, lime, sharp
with the pull of days
falling to a close? We were like
sea-gods roaming the deep
haul and cast, its call
on our mouths as urgent
as the dulled briny hum
of the drowned where night
heaved us in her swell,
bruised our eyes, lips, moored
our hands as if we had years,
and the nesting spine-tails surfaced
the cold stilling the last of the wintering
dark in their closed wings.


Davina Allison

Davina Allison's poems have been published in numerous literary and online journals in Australia, America, and the UK, including The Australian Poetry Journal, Poetry Scotland, The Lampeter Review, ABC Religion & Ethics, And Other Poems, Eureka Street, Ruminate, Dappled Things, Eremos, Faith and Theology, and The Glasgow Review Of Books. Her poem "Mary In The Desert" was shortlisted for the 2012 Janet McCabe poetry prize.

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