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Evening Primrose

In each person there exists a sheer
drop. Darker than campion
which during the day turns inwards
it likes to spread gold
over broad expanses.
So we, animals and humans,
are also vegetation, layers
of the coal age. We are
offshoots, belonging to the species
which pays with pollen and honey
and still awaits the new age.
The flowers, whose language
lacks a word for ‘garden’,
bend forwards into
the newly flighted scar.
Everything is connected
to not belonging.

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Christine Marendon
Ken Cockburn
Original language:
2014 Number 2 - The Constellation

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Christine Marendon

Christine Marendon lives in Hamburg where she works with children with special needs. Her poems feature in anthologies includi...

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Ken Cockburn


Ken Cockburn

Ken Cockburn was born in Kirkcaldy in 1960. He studied French and German at Aberdeen University, and Theatre Studies at Univer...

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