The harbour darkens


The way the grey-green water
settles into the hollow and
swivels in the socket.

The way the green diminishes
and grey thickens and winces
as the wind crams the clouds across the bay.

And how your eyes flick and
heal so quickly after
the harbour darkens above me.


Rachel McAlpine



I love you nervously.
The neighbours know.

Are we manageable?
Can you say that word?
Are we even valid?

I love you mostly with
a careful paranoia and
at times a kind of folly.

There are laws, you know.
I think we ought to whisper.
You have overstayed.
You are one too many.


Rachel McAlpine