Sunday, 26 August 2012


I went for a wander to listen
out for natural song;
sheep with their backs to the wind,
a worm on its way to the west,
a horse who stands and, staring,
no longer feels for saddle,
or bit, or foot in a stirrup.

Still as a toad,
I’m aching for
my bubble brain
to stop all words.

the world.

1 comment:

  1. i love the flow expressed here I think this is a wonderful poem :)