there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
World
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 ...
your turn…
Beyond the soup, bread rolls & sandwiches & the scrolls in forbidden languages. In way of pigeon holes & boxes almost chicken paradoxes. & far from unpleasant pheasants plus the scare of perplexed - in deepest hay barn hinterland tell me what comes next ? ...
resarf poetry 