~
light be there let ( tel ereht eb thgil )
…
can the goblins see me?
but the wind is plasticine
she is not an octopus
then the seventh century
soaring with the goshawks
underneath the garden
are there swans in swansea?
on a magic carpet
born before the cod wars
february the fifty fifth
farmers farting parsnips
bees in aberdeen
sod a soggy michaelmas
yet the lemon cheesecake
sings another songbook
love me like a mayfly
…