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Matthew Nelson
Born in 1984, I am originally from Fife, but have lived and studied in Aberdeen for several years.
Poems
WHITE LILY
A white Lily leaf,
stretched out on a bed sheet shore,
Crumpled tips half lit by morning light.
She softly stirs and starts to surface,
sleepily opening one eye,
then the next.
Her lips numbly fumble a half formed still born word
She thumbs the sleep from slat eyes, flickering lights.
'what time is it?' she softly mumbles.
I stand sentry over her, trying to memorise every line,
every curve and contour she makes,
Lay a shower cooled hand on her duvet wrap warm skin.
She capsizes herself into rippled bed sheets,
slowly sinking back into sleep.
I kiss her back to the light,
lip soft words like dove wings
'love you'
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VIOLET NIGHT
Sponge rag wash of pale violet light
Crumbled chalky clouds slung low
Fade faintly into the canvas
Of a loosely woven sky
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