Friday, 11 July 2008

Cohort by Chris Martin

In a tidal wave of cobbled suns
Spent flower heads cram forward

To see the concert players rise
On the last surprise of wind

Before the last touch of day
Defensive spines fire flushed

Pierce through the buttery walls
Of yellow meadow light

As fieldmouse mingled stems
Bend in applause

Chris Martin, Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK


Crafty Green Poet said...

Chris Martin is in her late 50s and has always preferred writing as a form of expression. She loves 19th century literature, and also films which lift up the layers and add a bit of fantasy, like 'Pan's Labyrinth'.

Anonymous said...

This poem so elegantly painted a mood as a picture. It left me feeling so serene. It's lovely.