This poem is taken from Stand 220, 16(4) November - December 2018.

Gabriella Attems Two Poems
On the Archduke’s Estate

It is near dusk when I arrive
and lights a little glaucous show across
the Danube. In the park, beeches
are walking their elephant feet
from lawn to lawn,
and tropical oaks deposit
huge acorns on the lanes.
The carriage house,
now unmanned and unhorsed
at the end of an avenue of twisted
hornbeams, loses
its ochre to the night. Moss
swells everywhere with Danube
mist, the ground itself is slippery.
No girls play and jump
puddles, no nannies run after
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