Saturday 14 January 2012

Lakeside Return

deep
in the pellucid bell
of a glassy morning
I crunch over brittle
sugar sharp grass
to reach
pooled in spectral
mercury
a salamagundi
of avian fancy

bequiffed and billed
slow trains coming

synchronised submarine
spearing
rolling
under
emerging where?
ah yes there..no there !

each downy
scrit scratched
shivered ablution
sending quivering
amplified circles
to echo off the shore

of lordly
tangled island
each vine
inclined to play host
to grey hunched
assassins
patient
with steel lapels
drawn up high
to arrest the
shadowy chill

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