Liam Guilar 's 'Shackleton's Grave.'

This is the last poem in ‘Rough Spun to Close Weave’. Shackleton’s Grave(A Wish)  There will be peace and an end to traveling ,the colour of ocean under a polar sky, solid as mountains, to bear the brunt of storms that can no longer trouble the sleeper in the wind-raked earth. Time will be glacial, patient as icebergs  where no rumours whisper, no duty calls, the strong heartbeat of spring and its flowers: the tides’ turn, the snow’s fall. (Liam Guilar) 'Rough spun to Close Weave' is available from online book sellers. Signed copies are available from the shop at www.liamguilar.com