Skomer in May

her flowers in the morning bluebells freed from forgotten trees by ancient civilisation drift to the wild ocean, Atlantic rocks crested by waves of defiant white campion --- her manxies by daylight in among the beauty lie little bags of bones, victims of the bright night, as scattered mourning stones --- her greater black-backeds remote … Continue reading Skomer in May

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Tick-tock, tick-tock sun long summer casts one more glancing glow Tick-tock, tick-tock old friend departs wisps of her by my door Tick-tock, tick-tock hope to forget promising hatchling cries Tick-tock, tick-tock free hearts pumping into fresh migrant wings Tick-tock, tick-tock time flies away beyond my sunken path Tick-tock, tick-tock fat ripe acorns from branches sag … Continue reading clock