there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
England
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
watching stars die
lobtailling, wassailing cloisters, spume, elbow grease. transpose, holy ghost, hydrogen - helium, thought, police. song, swan, wheelbarrows, buoy, ploy - hoi poloi! cosmic stuff, jigsaw, see saw blink destroyed ...
faffin’ about
We're faffin' about but just the usual gubbins no trouble or owt. No blood has been drawn here no broken bones nowt. Nothing is destroyed yet nothing gets done we're faffin' about & it's harmless fun ...
them chattering
Always on a missive but never from God superstitions intermissions probably just odd misleading breezes but the branches still sing scrap yards & scratch cards most days mean these things ...
resarf poetry 