Poem: ‘January’
Martin Harrison, 20 January 2000
For Robert Adamson
A blue smear bulges over the ridge; there’s the counterpoint as well of shine on white-hot duco glimpsed on the ute
parked outside on the driveway. It blinds its surrounds with a surfboard beach-effect. It’s as ominous as the Mary Celeste – it looks
lonely, isolated parked there, brilliant in tinfoil sharpness of afternoon light. If this were Ireland, it...