by Arda Ohannessian

On the slow deep shoulder of your hill
cedar tree moon silhouette and the bear’s
nocturnal climb is deliberate and slow

see little mole bump groundling here
or a cheek’s dimple in a sweet dream
as you soft speak in lolly-tongue sleep

the sun is waiting still past midnight
under its northern midsummer line

and the sky paling stars now awake
awake my love the dawn belongs to us.

Arda Ohannessian (he/him) lives in Ryde, Isle of Wight, UK. He was born in Jerusalem, of English and Armenian heritage and moved to the UK in the mid-eighties. The long Covid lock-down of winter/spring 2021 gave him the impetus to start writing poetry again, which he had basically stopped doing after his twenties and he hasn’t stopped since. His first publication was last summer in Figlet.