"Stories of moonlight and wildlife in the strange, small wildernesses of the South West." (Ink, Sweat & Tears). "Beautifully crafted poems...that sing in the dark of darkness" (Canto Reviews)
Monday 29 May 2017
The Green Shall Inherit
Put the sky behind you and clamber down
from the wind harried ridge to the deep coombe.
The air becomes still, the trees exhausting.
June the third and these plants would consume you
if such was their nature. Turn and turn back:
the weeds sprout even while you look away.
Drop to the bridle track, shrink to the beads
of dew, cuckoo spit froth, blackberry spike,
stick, splinter and mould. Ant, aphid, woodlouse,
and all the catastrophic underworld
are attending to their chores, chopping up
flags of leaves; new buds bulging in their spoil.
Careless, instinctual, organic - they're all
just a plague away from taking over.
Now shrink smaller still, down to the crazy
ommatidia of a beetle's eye,
gaze through a foliage kaleidoscope
- observatory to a mushroom sky.
First published in Popshot Magazine no. 17 Summer 2017
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