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from Ultrasound (i)

                    (for Duncan)

Oh whistle and I’ll come to ye,
my lad, my wee shilpit ghost
summonsed from tomorrow.

Second sight,
a seer’s mothy flicker,
an inner sprite:

this is what I see
with eyes closed;
a keek-aboot among secrets.

If Pandora
could have scanned
her dark box,

and kept it locked—
this ghoul’s skull, punched eyes
is tiny Hope’s,

hauled silver-quick
in a net of sound,
then, for pity’s sake, lowered.

Credit


From Waterlight: Selected Poems. Copyright © 1999 by Kathleen Jamie. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Graywolf Press, Minneapolis, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org. All rights reserved.

Author


Kathleen Jamie

Date Published: 2017-05-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/ultrasound-i