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After Satie
After Satie
hoping - waiting
hoping
waiting
softly opens the promise of spring
waiting - sighing
hoping
waiting
surely blackbirds in echo will sing
- now - yon -
gone
waiting
waiting
sighing
soon sunlight will flourish on field
hoping
field - in the daylight earth treasure will yield
yon - sighing -
day
comes
lonely for someone w...
Sunday 16th March 2014 9:23 pm
The Farming Forecast
South southeast, veering wet,
poor, Whigfield tufted sheep
craw chewed, styled to taste
last year's chic. Yellow green
sods, wind blown, too big boots,
head swollen, thistled through.
Crow puddled islands, apple
beaked, nasal juice, laps up
the scaled legs. Trips unwary
sea grey, oven ready, mitten
warm, gamboling lamb, good.
Friday 14th March 2014 7:24 pm
Come Leaves Burst
Come Leaves Burst
Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey
over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping
rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls
the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavere...
Thursday 13th March 2014 10:28 am
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