Early this morning I stood on the bright grass -
Like the trees and the lichened grave stones I cast a long shadow -
The sun was low in the pale blue icy sky -
Under my feet were winding tunnels, moles in dark conclave -
They knew the secrets of the yielding earth -
They decorated their halls with flint and bone -
Their ancient world touched ours, silent and unknowable -
08.00
Friday 1 November 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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