Four Poems by Maurice Gilliams

The wolf in Winter in the old bed with her when the howling of the heart shrinks to a murmur; in the dark, names grow on their fear as on a vine with the taste of the lamb’s blood in their wine. The nights are as in their parents’ time, long ago, the house buckles…

‘A Living Idea in Time’

The Work of Maurice Gilliams When asked in an interview: ‘You are a poet, a writer of prose, and an essayist, which one are you the most or which one would you rather be, or which one are you really?’ Maurice Gilliams (1900-1982) replied with a quote from a study he himself had written on…

Annunciation

When her flesh felt the touch of language, of the fingers of the Holy Ghost, a spasm shot right through her body and the angel left her utterly alone, She started to stroke herself gently, she was little, fragile and inside she carried the diamond-hard stuff that was to harrow and sever her. ‘Oh, let…