Shadowless

For acres of January there are no shadows,

Just flat light,

All the best things seen but not felt,

Untouchable,

Like my children now.

Not lost, not lost, I know,

Loved but no longer dwelt in,

The way that happens, the unintentional

Sharing, the slight

Movement of faces in the supper-candle’s shadow.

I, I, I, I, I, I

Glenelg is a beautiful place on the west coast of Scotland, where the currents race through between Skye and the mainland. The name is a palindrome, and the music is palindromic too; I think that makes it seem like it's always asking a question. The poem is really a question - about the unseen forces that run our lives.

Click the link to go to the Glenelg poem and music.

I've put a short poem and its music on the 'Music to other Poems' page.

'Get used to it'.

I'm very lucky that John Holmes has found the time to read three poems from The Old Human here.