PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
News and Notes
Digital Access to PN Review
Access the latest issues, plus back issues of PN Review with Exact Editions For PN Review subscribers: access the PN Review digital archive via the Exact Editions app Exactly or the Exact Editions website, you will first need to know your PN Review ID number. read more
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
Gratis Ad 1
Monthly Carcanet Books
Next Issue Thomas Kinsella in conversation Jeffrey Wainwright comes to grips with St Chad Hsien Min Toh gives us a Korean perspective Iain Bamforth on Lou and Fritz: Sensible Shoes meets Starstruck Judith Bishop on Love and Self-Understanding in an Algorythmic Age

This poem is taken from PN Review 189, Volume 36 Number 1, September - October 2009.

Two Poems David Kinloch

A Coin
for Edwin Morgan

John Acheson struck me. Master of the Mint,
he was engraver to the Medicis and the Scottish Queen
whose portrait he dug hard for in my golden flesh.
His hands twisted out the corkscrew curls,
scraped the swan-like neck for heads,
lion rampants for my tails. I’ve aged with her,
my high colour burnished, though still
I offer her an image of her profile on the brink
of greatness: Great Queen of France and Scots
and England, her crown both regal and the tiara
of her Roman faith. Tip me to certain angles
in the sunlight and you’ll catch reflections
of Chambord afternoons and at night a glimmer
of the candles ranked and raked on ballroom floors.
I announced a Golden Age and she has used me well

Searching, please wait... animated waiting image