Iain Morrison
Dragonflies in their surround
An exuvia or
an eye opening to the extent they expected to hatches or eyes
fleshing thick
flower systems gone by and by and by and by
canal boating putt-putt
the planted eye-stems chopped floral the extent to which
for illustration if they're yours you'd be shocked that they
kept opening wider
Ys and
eyes widening further than in their expectations they expected to
water and hurt/s propper seeps stares
deepening the extent not that they were expected to
vacant in leisure
shadow on shelved river section reflecting
where the sun is it's still below us
the boat's the pleasure motor
the moment if it fell clipped
cleft into
slow fornication of the
muds parting rounds of us
in lurid (suspense) in vivid summer suspense
a canal of held breath
lived pent in safely if need didn't lever up out of it
nymphs nose face-up to surfaces breaks
for example you would be shocked wouldn't the first time
cut flows for you breathing in locks
need not to open so wide or (don't) you stop to pass through
but thanks narrowly to me
you will be still a head kept on fluid in mine
A heart no longer opens to that which it accustomed to
bleaching in grass dial of wings expelled
shell of body no longer attaches to that which it once responded to
Iain Morrison lives in Edinburgh, works for The Fruitmarket Gallery, holds a writing residency with John Hansard Gallery in Southampton, has a collection I'm a Pretty Circler coming out with Vagabond Voices in 2018. And I only use this kind of language here because I'm allowed to.