summer 2013
Saturday 7 December 2013
Thursday 17 May 2012
12.12.12
The sun nears its lowest arc
I won't see three twelves again
I'm failing to find anything else
special about today.
Only the sunshine, the bright white
bars of contrails
the familiar line of the hills emerging
as the last leaves leave.
I won't see three twelves again
I'm failing to find anything else
special about today.
Only the sunshine, the bright white
bars of contrails
the familiar line of the hills emerging
as the last leaves leave.
The Badger on the Beach
The Badger on the Beach
The badger on the beach has gone -
fifty-two days it stayed and decayed.
Every I'd go down and cover it with shingle,
every day someone, some thing,
had got at it, uncovered it, chewed it,
latterly dragged it ten, twenty feet.
Still, at that pace it would have stayed
months more.It was beginning
to seem like an old friend,
a dirty old tramp or a bag lady
and I'd offer it the solace
of a shingle overcoat
to keep the flies and others off.
I knew he wouldn't last.
There's a lot of nature out there
eager to claim......things.......all things
eventually.
The badger on the beach has gone -
fifty-two days it stayed and decayed.
Every I'd go down and cover it with shingle,
every day someone, some thing,
had got at it, uncovered it, chewed it,
latterly dragged it ten, twenty feet.
Still, at that pace it would have stayed
months more.It was beginning
to seem like an old friend,
a dirty old tramp or a bag lady
and I'd offer it the solace
of a shingle overcoat
to keep the flies and others off.
I knew he wouldn't last.
There's a lot of nature out there
eager to claim......things.......all things
eventually.
Saturday 7 April 2012
Sunday 30 October 2011
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