Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Working the Plot

                       Breathe out a helix

        a splintered mirror with mare's tail fingering              stones

     and the stones put together in happened fields

              against figures        painted with cold

          rich children laughing behind the orchards

             You blew out a bubble

                              and it hung on a split lip

     Ivy weaving
     all along
     where I do dig

         "I remember

                        that tiny heart going at it".