[a poem i found a while ago in a hedgerow]

I found this poem
a while ago
in a hedgerow,
back in September
or so I remember
it might have been August
-definite dawn chorus,
but the blackbird always gets up before us
(do they sleep?

As the wagtails wagged above my head
& the hips beside turned ever rosy,
I unfolded said weathered
enchanting A4 sheet
to discover what it said
& to have a proper nosy...'
Brilliant, majestic but what does it mean

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s