Lopud Island

Written By Ewen Glass

Sandal buckle, open

as water, discarded

like air. Adriatic blues

and shallow breaths.

I feel a question mark

in her arched back,

opening in me a 

biology I can’t serve.

The limits of flesh,

tan-lines, and olives

by the bed. Time away

and time away –

Her torso tightens as

a current moves in her.

Ewen Glass is a Northern Irish poet who lives in England with two dogs, a tortoise, and lots of self-doubt; on a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in HAD, Bridge Eight, Poetry Scotland, Maudlin House, Belfast Review, and elsewhere.

Ewen Glass

Ewen Glass is a Northern Irish poet who lives in England with two dogs, a tortoise, and lots of self-doubt; on a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in HAD, Bridge Eight, Poetry Scotland, Maudlin House, Belfast Review, and elsewhere.

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