Peter Harris – La Haute Barre August 2012


La Haute Barre August 2012



That week made us gifts

of stone floors and butterflies,

mill stones marking boundaries,

a screen of fir trees,

and the soft tread of cows.


It gave us evenings of

wending hushed lanes

growing deep with the dark

and hearing the wind’s prayer

in the hedgerow’s cloister.


On the last night

there was time and space

to slide my arm’s loose rope

around your waist,

feel your un-holstered hip,

and watch the sky’s circuit board

from the bedroom window,


hear the rumble in the glass,

the rain’s fire on the gravel




Peter Harris is a school teacher in English. He has had a steady number of poems published in magazines over the last twenty years. He is studying towards a PhD in the history of the First World War.


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