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Leonie Charlton, New Poetry

HOGMANAY IN TOMINTOUL

Snowing hard in Aviemore when you met the train
me getting warm on the bench-seat of a Land Rover.
You liking my jumper, all I remember a storm of colour

pulled-over kisses on a blizzardy bend, your Mum and Dad,
their hearts bright in a dark house - her sense of humour
on-target like yours, that slow-roast wild goose

like nothing I’d tasted before, or since.
I remember a lot of sex, drams, dancing
I remember snow-drifts, trees bending under white weight.

One mornin...

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