Spiders crawl on the laurels.
on the withered path a lizard
meditates. A furrowed face.
The leaves are nervous of thunder
crunch. An old man lifts tiles.
A warm geography on his outhouse.
His hands are fans of fine thin bones.
Clumsy thunder spaces out rainballs.
Paper thin coins mint on the footpath.
Strands of white rain chase a red squirrel.
Grisette the cat crawls through a window.
Her clogged ears retain birdcalls.
Gordon Mason, Scotland and Spain
1 comment:
Descriptive words and a flowing rhythm - really enjoyed this!
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