Thursday, 10 September 2020

Day in the life of a Poet (September 2020)

Mayfly

-- In the semi-light,
a magical domain.
Senses collide.
-- Arcane
two-stroke
petrol and 
creosote mingle
in the warmth.
The rusted tins,
stale tobacco
and fertiliser 
fill the old shed.

Fresh sandwiches
ready for noon, 
cucumber spread, 
Sunblest and 
Anchor butter.
---- To Stamford Pond
to find a Mayfly.

Another day,
ancient sunlight,
eternal summer.






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