Her Familiar Voice (The Crossing, part 2), a poem by S Francis

I will climb until I reach the summit and eyes closed
Hear in the wind her familiar voice singing to me,
Screaming around my soul like a fire un-contained.
I open my eyes to learn the contours of her face.

Pulling everything inwards, I look through a past window
To home. Sitting at the top of the stairwell looking down
In wonder: where to light the fuse? Everything’s changed.
The news an engine still hissing outside on the pavement.

On top of the mountain, I open my eyes and see her face:
The mouth, the eyes, the nose, the cheeks, the unique mark
She makes on this rock. Her voice having stilled my soul
Since before I could name her. How does she sit here now?

She sings to the screaming tornado, stills the swirling
So the soul can speak to whispers loose inside, missed.
I ask the woman sitting with me: who are you, where
Do you come from, how did you arrive here, and why?

Her fingers trace my face, down the aquiline nose, over lips
Longing, to the valley carved between the mountainous chin.
She smiles, her silent song louder than my noise that clammers.
Loose whispers find their fuse, the light in the window, bright.

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

Second in a series of poems loosely inspired and derived from the lyrics of Stuart Adamson of Big Country and their debut album The Crossing from 1983. Her Familiar Voice is drawn from the lyrics of “Inwards”. For the upcoming weeks, I will be exploring through thematically linked poems derived from each song on this seminal album of my youth.

The Fire Wanted (The Crossing, part one), a poem by S Francis

Son, climb that mountain again, hear what you missed.
At the summit, close your eyes and feel the wind
Swirl around your soul, a tornado screaming words
Like a lover’s voice picking up what you discarded.
The fire you wanted now lights up the sun in winter.

Son,
Climb that mountain
Again.

Son,
You can’t stay here,
Broken.

Son,
Climb that mountain
Again

And

Again.

Deserts will retreat from the flowers that you grow.
See what you missed, that smile from a child’s dream.
At the summit, close your eyes and hear his laughter,
Like a lovers voice that has found the gaps to fill.
The fire you wanted now holds up the sun in winter.

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

First in a series of poems loosely inspired and derived from the lyrics of Stuart Adamson of Big Country and their debut album The Crossing from 1983. The Fire Inside is drawn from the lyrics of “In a Big Country.” For the upcoming weeks, I will be exploring through thematically linked poems derived from each song on this seminal album of my youth. For those of you familiar with the band and its iconic singer, there is an ironic tragedy in the lyrics to this song about getting up off the floor, screaming. Stuart took his own life in 2001.