Clattering through branches old heron makes another crappy landing
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Clattering through branches old heron makes another crappy landing
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts
Colin Hopkirk Poetry
Hi Colin I always enjoy your poems and I appreciate you sending them to me. Here’s a faintly absurd – no, absolutely absurd – heron poem of mine. All best ::Peter
Herons
The brook became a stream clear water ran into a lake blue characters of light at the margins of vision.
Three herons looped overhead, Settled in the trees hanging by their long legs, stringy inverted commas
like feathered bats. I had set out on this road days past unsure of the journey.
The golden viaticum of the sun aloft in the stripped branches of the dead elms was a false benison.
The bat-herons drooped, were folded leather. The creaking of my boots a door opening.
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