The Day Of Un-Visitation
..there is a day of visitation given to all...
Robert Barclay of Ury, 1678
I heard a calm, clear voice.
But not with my ears. Not my outward ears.
It wasn’t madness.
For a moment I was Lady Julian.
For a moment I was George Fox.
For a moment I was St Paul at a bus stop to Damascus.
But as for what was said,
the words were in a foreign language,
maybe Dutch, maybe Manx, so I didn’t know.
I understood only at the end, after the slight crackle,
Sorry mate, my mistake. Wrong address.
That revelation wasn’t intended for you.
Bruach Mhor loves sea slugs. His poems have most recently appeared in Gutter, Causeway, Dream Catcher, Raceme, Confluence, Tentacular, Black Box Manifold. And in recent anthologies from Dreich Press, Soor Ploom Press.