Wednesday 5 June 2013

From Hay-on-Wye (three poems)


That hill there in
the distance
with its tonsured
top-point
low on trees
maybe once was
home to forts
and war
though now stands
peaceful
people-free.

***

Orchard, like a
host of Van Gogh
peach tree
prints

remaindered

in a warehouse

waiting

for somebody
for some somebodies
to come with practised
hands to pick their
fruit.

***

riding shotgun with
a biro and
a notebook –
making spirographing
seizmographing
lines –
if I could drive
I
might have found
these places
sooner

but riding shotgun
with a biro
suits me fine



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