Writes skewed verse, musician, mainly Folk, acoustic guitar. Interested in place-names, history, language, oral tradition.
Old Dog Rose In my garden, an old dog rose barks Untended, healthily ignored She sprawls across the garden path Obstructing passage to the grass A result of natural breeding With wooden posts I pegged her back With Parrot Beak I snapped her shafts But still her tendrils would attack My legs and arms still bear her scratch Where skin was torn and bleeding Florid Orange flowers, lots of them Brief-gloried ragged flags Flagrant fragrance assaults the nose Then fades back To the dark-grained bark Of the old Dog Rose
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