Issue Five

Autumn 2012


A foreshadowing

We need no foundation myth
but I have one anyway:

your appearance in my classroom
on some message or other

from the year below.
I looked up from the toils

of my long division —
it may have been something else —

to see you colouring shyly
under Poppa's brusque heartiness,

a picture of uncertain
fragile grace

like a Dresden angel
or one of our tottering calves;

one of those divinations
in which the lover's face

is made to appear
in an ordinary mirror.

And then you were gone,
taken back into

the undifferentiated pack
of annoying girls,

but I must have filed you away
to look up later.

You may not remember this,
but I do.


David Callin



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