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Toad Pool
In brick-a-brack field,
A grassy toad pool;
In its life, reflected:
Toad-eaters, The rise and remains of
A stone loft-barn, Leech collectors,
The May Queen’s dream, A perished
Tractor tyre, An old Hornbeam with rotten
Rope hanging from its tainted fingers,
The final moments of a lovelorn roofer,
And a scarcely-noticed
Characterless
Concrete
Carpet
Rock and Mortar
A modern house on a
Slate-blue road by
An iron bridge leading to
An ancient foreign fortress;
No matter which way
The blood boils,
The only lasting solution is
Piece by piece.
One
There is an ocean inside
My iris today.
I look up close
Into the mirror.
I’m burnt at
Maximum resolution:
Just as the ant soldier
Builds an empire from dung,
Where would I have been,
Without the consistency of
Your little ways?
Scraps
A grizzled old porcupine,
Sweating sinew,
Gritty whiskers.
A once common sight –
upon the polished cobbles
of darkest Lancashire.
Never fluffed, he still trudges
On the side of a sixpence,
Carrying a smile,
A ragtime shrug and
A bottle of wine.
