SONNET FOR EMMA
Faith be given to no faithless faces,
Trust warrants loyalty but love is the other,
Death and despair may carry us further -
But your shaken hair still spreads its graces.
The passport of love will lighten the traces
Better than ever a surrogate brother
Or even compassion from a mother
To wipe the louche tears from our faces.
I yawn and bless you in this cold space
Chilled by the doom of words that spill
Our blood - lives neatly spaced apart.
Shadows in the empty grate make up your face
Where a smile gleams centred and still -
You are the haunt of all my art.
-- Robin Hamilton
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