Douglas Livingstone Poems

The Genius of Earth: In corridors and labyrinths my mind Wends damply haunted to a misted deep Where lurks mad-ego pacing without sleep On wet and echoing streets thin-walled and vined With [...]

Not much wild life, roared Mine leonine Host from the fringe of a forest of crackles round an old dome-headed steam radio, between hotel and river – a mile of bush – except for the wildcats and [...]

The crab, the clot, the muzzle or the knife: patiently, the nocturnal terrorisms stalk. Even the brave know hardly of rest, aware a body’s little but a glove stretched from metatarsals to [...]

As I walk with effrontery, alone, by night, by day, through mists or lights or rain, in parks and over fields, beneath the sky, through traffic or in corridors of brick I carry the scent of your [...]

Red dawn; the clang of hammer suns; winged night. The ruby freshness furnaced. Then the kite of evening swarms the air to cool the hush. The night’s huge mouth split-stretches for the bite that [...]