Philip Quinlan has a chapbook, Head Lands (White Violet Press, 2012) and a
privately-circulated ebook, Time Was. He received nominations, in 2011, for both
The Best of the Net and Pushcart. His work has appeared in: The Flea, The Chimaera,
Lucid Rhythms, Lilt, Soundzine, Numinous, The Avatar Review, The Centrifugal Eye,
Sea Stories, Shit Creek Review, Shot Glass Journal, Victorian Violet Press, Whale Sound,
Studio 360, In Stereo Press, The Hypertexts, Lighten Up Online, Antiphon, Raintown Review,
Kin and New Trad Journal (pending). He is also co-editor, with Ann Drysdale, of
Angle Journal of Poetry in English, www.anglepoetry.co.uk.
He lives in the UK.
Ashford in the Water
The trees, as tall as shadows, fall
into the water I would draw.
A bridge between two nowheres goes;
a single river swan who knows
the river is, not what it's for,
goes, too, between two nowheres. All
my dreamings of a ripple drawn
will not be done, and I'll be gone
before another sun is born.
He, balanced on an echo, then
will sail another shadowed dawn
and draw my ripple once again—
his day begin. My will be done.