Wednesday, 20 November 2013

A random bit of poetry…


Plough and scatter

Impossible perspectives,
to eyes trained on more rugged climbs:
gouged strands of tilth
that race, but never touch,
scarred by the ferrous digits
of a lifeless claw,
before a backdrop
of both bird and bough –
a euphony for all my senses;
a concrete palimpsest;
a manuscript complete.

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