Monday, 8 June 2020

Creech Barrow








Waist high ferns brushed against us we climbed -

Wild thyme flowers were tiny stars -


The barrow touched the sky - 

Beneath the windblown grass were white bones -


There were bright names buried amongst the flints - 

Pieces of song - 


Red kites flew above the valley 


Lichened stones remembered beardless kings -





Sunday 7 June 2020


Creech Barrow 
Dorset 






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