By the Cold Black Water
There are thorns tangling a briar
The sun shone on the black water ribbons,
As the rain clouds churned and toppled eastward
Outside the rain hurtles down
On the hills a coven of mountain ash
A gate creaks up by the farmhouse.
Strange comfort, the moon.
Darran Anderson is an Irish writer from Derry in the north of the island. He has had work published with Blatt Magazine (Prague Literary Review), Poetry Salzburg Review, Crescent Moon Journal, The Bathyspheric Review, Deaddrunkdublin, Like Water Burning, Catalyzer and the Quarterly Literary Review of Singapore amongst others. He is also the poet-in-residence of Dogmatika and the editor of Laika Poetry Review (laikapoetryreview.blogspot.com). He has recently put the finishing touches to his first collection of writing entitled Tierra Del Fuego.
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