Women Singing

You, your all
Is in your giving,
Your wisdom
In the brass veins
Of your voice.

To touch you
Is to shiver
In a field of yesterdays
With women singing
This is how I have loved,
Their voices melting
In a cauldron
Of blacksmith fire.

With milk then
They give of their children,
Their songs carrying
Out of time
Into the true spaces
Of savage dawn.

Dee Rimbaud was born in Glasgow and lived there until he was fourteen. Since then he has lived in many places, but recently returned to the city of his birth. His poetry, prose, and illustrations have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies in the UK, USA, Canada, and Australia. His first full-length poetry collection, The Bad Seed, was published by Stride in 1998.