normal service resumes

More of the recently started and still untitled poem, the first instalment of which was posted here last Wednesday:

compass swings

and rocks

then spins back round.

boxes of

ruined books

in a garage

swelled

and rotten

stuck

together

wet mould.

one

summer evening

the aurora borealis

was visible

from

a field

in yorkshire.

snow

half melted

frozen

turns the pavement

to

an ice shelf

chopped

and footprints.

wild garlic

under

broken leaves of light

underfoot.

from house to fence

behind the drive

a washing

line

clothes pegs

and clothes pegs.

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