Sunday, 22 April 2012

The Blackthorn

car body
motorway
eyes petrol
lungs sprung
muscles
windscreen
sleep oil-filter
respiration
the morning
tunnels

rise to glass
cold light
a butterfly
wing curtain
read for hours

canvas bag
a thinsulate
hat shaped
grey as a
soldier
insulate
the skull-dome
roam roaming

riding the lanes
scanning the
hedgerow’s
wild aisles
to record
details
as he flowers
through the
metal pages
where the
blackthorn
hurtles


2 comments:

  1. quick and alert!

    love the line "as he flowers"

    great connections throughout.

    ~robert

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thanks Robert. Speed and connection was what I was aiming for. Really good to get some welcome feedback from a man with discerning taste!

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