Colin Dardis

Blue Autumn

Colin Dardis

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September coming down as a spider web
across the eye of the bay, slow nestle of dusk
filling everywhere with shadow;
the day narrows, the world drops still.

Even the sea appears to be sleeping,
hypnic twitches of waves
rustle under the land's nose, fallow breaths
taking nothing and leaving nothing.

The island stays afloat as some small god,
impermeable and eternal,
where mountains never rust and tides
are made passive, put to bed by giants.


Colin Dardis


Colin Dardis is a poet, editor and freelance arts facilitator from Northern Ireland. He co-runs Poetry NI, and is editor for Lagan Online. One of Eyewear Publishing's Best New British and Irish Poets 2016, a collection with Eyewear, ‘the x of y’, is forthcoming in 2018.

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