Harriet Tarlo



rowing their swag


sway jag                       crow

            over-call

 

                                    at a distance

then in and riding

their sway

 

                                    December                                           cloud against cloud

                                                                                                            over laps over

                                                                                                                        Holme

 

                        close to the wall

                                    TV DISTRIBUTORS van

                                                stone and paint

                                                            a man sleeping

                                                            in the front seat         

                                                            rain about him

 

climbing:

old oakleaves

holly underside silver white                                           that bass colour

dead heather                                                                 hawthorn branch

walls lichen                                                    dead heather

slime/ wet grasses over -road                                         melt mud

below                                                                           gorse spike

flouting

snow

all

 

wedging up

nab's flat peak

iced snow pebbles

ringing

right over the top

 

and down

 

horseshit

   old rosehip

      woodsmoke

           stone

 

that bass colour

hawthorn branch

dead heather

melt mud

gorse

flouting

snow

all

 


early and grass

under the green line



 

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