(after This Unimportant Morning by Lawrence Durrell)
I open the door to a shift-work of bark beetles.
The crater’s knick-knack blue as it airs.
A cockleboat ruffles the orangey pool,
A sample mail van’s put-up.
In two hours I’ll relocate
A columbine thaw will suffuse
Over siltstone, sea wall
Reviving in pepper breath.
You pout away sleep
Deep space slackens its twirls,
An airborne miller moth
Will have its pupa.
Christopher Barnes, UK