Earthstruck - by
Becoming used to his stare, she turned
her own gaze back to the depth of soil
before bedrock, that one boggy corner,
the tricky curves and angles of slopes
Becoming used to his stare, she turned
her own gaze back to the depth of soil
before bedrock, that one boggy corner,
the tricky curves and angles of slopes
Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
The hairst’s awa’; October-month
Cam in a whilie syne,
But the stooks are oot in Scotland yet
Over the down the road goes winding,
/ A ribbon of white in the corn –
/ The green,…
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
/
/ Burn of the…
Tarred roads, metal cattle-grids and wheel tracks mesh
/ so tightly no land can escape. Tractor ruts
/ cut deep into the grass to…
The first to die was PROTESILAUS / A focused man who hurried to darkness / With forty black ships leaving…
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