Back in the Benighted Kingdom

I’m sorry to see
my mosquito bumps fade:
the love bites of a continent,
marks of its hot embrace.

If anything is dark,
it’s this damp island
with its sluggish days,
its quieter, subtler ways
of drawing blood.

from A Fold in the Map (Salt/Jacana 2007)), ? Isobel Dixon 2007, used by permission of the author

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