Its scent is its colour,


                  to still me,

as I’m night-walking.

 Preening strangers’ hedgerows, a thief

     for black lilac.




     fattens the scent.

Perhaps a woman’s passing, her

                                    evoked throat: sole amethyst

leafed in jet, on silver wire.

 Night ripples –

         fingering the silks.

                                      If I’d a home:

 this garden, this woman.


[Third prize, City of Derby poetry competition, 2007.
Also published in
Poetry Nottingham 62/2, 2008]



2 Responses to “Another’s lilac”

  1. Anne Says:

    Darkly sensual.

  2. I love lilacs too, evocative tone matches their languorous scent.. But why a picture of anenomes?

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