Talkin' Heids #11 ~ Jackie Kay (1961 - )

Life Mask

When the senses come back in the morning,
The nose is a mouth of spring;
The mouth is an earful of birdsong;
The eyes are lips on the camomile lawn;
The ear is an eye of calm blue sky.

When the broken heart begins to mend,
The heart is a bird wth a tender wing
The tears are pear blossom blossoming
The shaken love grows green shining leaves
The throat doesn't close, it is opening

Like a long necked swan in the morning,
Like the sea and the river meeting,
Like the huge heron's soaring wings;
I sat up with my pale face in my hands
And all of a sudden it was spring.

You might remember the Edinburgh Park poet helms from before. The tramworks have progressed enough for the fencing around the final heid to be taken down. I say final because one of our heids are missing. The helm of WS Graham appears to have been... misplaced! There are still a couple of areas off limits and so I shall continue to look.