crunching

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crunching ( gnihcnurc )

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crunching in a wood

scrunching on this crackered land’s

kitchen sinking sand

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trudging with aplomb

like the fading autumn sprite

as the footpath twigs

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so the thicket thins

saturn spins – a goblin sings

this is easter’s ghost

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& the carpet glows

marbles, me & barking trees

branches leaf a trace

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numbered blow the bones

wafer thin biscuits fading

embers of a then

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sound is bouncing round

sun above but yonder ground

eggshells & cornflakes

bonfire

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bonfire ( erifnob )

build with sticks – not stones
bits ‘n’ birch & branch of oak
last summer’s ragwort

brambles, bobs ‘n’ twigs
scrumpled sheets of poetry
nettles & regrets

leaves & sheeple masks
letters from the government
thorns of thicket’s thatch

with a guy atop
effigies of enemies
weasels run the whirled

check for hedgehogs first
badgers, owls & barrels of
rum – or gunpowder

if the ghost is clear
in the darkened garden’s blear
– spark that mother’ up