Drought

From the air, A collage of uniform colour Pitch black outlines of Ochre polygons An ascetic aesthetic.   On the ground, Clay. Fired, baked, cracked, encrusted Exhausted, consumed, sterile. A sinister symmetry An ominous infinity.   On the horizon, Bovine skulls, desiccated trees Signposts To a certain future For the serotinous   In hindsight, A…

Heart

I trace my roots with the beat of my heart It counts the living rings of time and not the dead wood of selective history It hammers remembrance Of a girl with red-gold hair Who led me hunting adders in the forest For Georgina, a New Forest gypsy, who died of pneumonia in 1973, aged…