Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005



With gravity that holds all possible love
a king and queen go gravely side by side.
His fists are lightly clenched beside his thighs:
she presses his shoulder and she holds his wrist
like a strong mother guiding her son's feet,
like a meek daughter clinging to her guide.

The sculptor only noticed in these two
the things a couple feel when most alone:
the solitude of being me and you –
two feeling hearts in towers of rocking bone.
Not sad to live they advance without fear
to an end they cannot see.