Sunday, 10 July 2011

tree of listening waver with me
untidy, hairy, Twombley-like
scribbled down
quick notes and glanced ideas
flickering words that light up

carry moonshine lichen
like blotting of ink on best waterclour paper
edges magnified with reverberation

a bird unknown flies suddenly up
with loud song right over my head

first walk down upper field after sunrise
clouds of crickets clatter like tiny firecrackers
greeting each step like a magnificent coronation