What borders do

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We came upon slowing traffic,

and stooped to stare

at the dancing distance

of a baked road.


Our eyes were wet and stung.

The metalled road blazed.

Our approaching gaze silent.

We released our pent breath.

The border had done what most borders do-

shrugged us through.

We walked past sun glassed

​occupants of cars and the

​rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers,

​passengers of crammed busses.


Post script: Later that afternoon,

Jez turned to me and asked,

"Is this what it's like to be drunk?"

I sipped from a glass I held,

I smiled as I slid my glass towards her...


words and foto T Carroll


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Martin Elder

Sun 28th Dec 2014 22:06

I like this because it is so evocative
'Our eyes were wet and stung'

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 18th Dec 2014 11:56

I like the idea and the brevity of this.
Hope offering silence is a good line too.
Didn't like the number of "borders" in verse two (three in four lines) but this could be changed easily.
Nice reflections at the finish.

Well done Tommy,

Merry Christmas and regards,


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