Northwords Now Issue 34

The FREE literary magazine of the North


by Larissa Reid

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

The white houses that hug the hillside by day
Are set adrift in an inverted world by night,
Floating, tilted on the lip of the sea.
Black curved waves lick the edges of silvered clouds,
While single stars swim ashore.
We could be anywhere;
Hidden away in a dream.
Your fingers are cold
As you reach out, searching a landscape
For me.
Dawn breaks to a mist
That coats the pockets of the land in salt-edged dew.
Your fingers are cold
As you tilt my chin to a kiss
That tastes of the sea.