Un-trained poet
Portsmouth – Brighton – Portsmouth July 10th
2 poems written on way to ACE:SE event
We fly
Thru
Fast fields
Tracks
Springing into view
Like tracer
90 degree avenues
As unsettled
Crows rise
At our passing
Sustained
With mirth
Sing to me
Tales of corrugated soils
Spun from note birds
Semi quavers
Set at distance and level
Written
In position
On 6 power line staves
and 2 poems written on returning after
Leave me
To wonder
Streets
paved with mould
As your shadow
Falls
Hesitant
On bird or beast
Complete
In their haste
To leave me
& wonder
Why?
Sun
Low red
Burns zero sized
Holes in my retina
As we cross
Her boarders
Where the hare’s play
Trespass
On the hour
Ever hour
Till midnight
