Mary Wilce
Still Life
The white dogs of Concarneau
sit side by side
like sentinels.
They face inwards towards the room.
And shunning the world,
they stare at scenes we cannot see.
Outside, blue lobelia trails abundantly,
attracting bees
and the buzz of summer visitors.
Pale lichen clings to the wall
on stones blackened with age.
I notice your polished backs, curved,
where dark lines in the clay
suggest the depth of your coats,
the droop of your ears.
And then I see the fancy chain
around your necks,
linking you to a by-gone age.
The sea laps the harbour wall
where fishermen unload.
Market stalls waken to another day.
The square is a blurr of faces,
talking, laughing.
But the white dogs sit silently,
guarding an existence we can only imagine.
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