Photograph of Priest's Cove, Cape Cornwall ©Alistair Common
So we come full circle to falling dusk.
Above Priest's Cove, the sky is darkening
through Brisons rocks, evening hesitating
between clouds and sea, cautious, on the cusp.
A shard of motion slips through, blurred with regret,
fresh votive to this place, our penitence
for the lost: parents, old friends, and the house
we mourned as if a lover rashly left.
But the day has gone, its turning point passed.
Now the most beautiful of all the stars –
the evening star, shepherd star, Hesperus –
gathers all that light-tinged dawn has scattered;
it guides the fishing boats, herds in sailors,
sends daughters running home to their mothers.
This poem is from Letting Go (Agenda Editions, 2017). Lines 10-14 are based on Sappho fragments 104b & 104a. Jo's latest collection, Ghost Passage, was published this year.