Rockhollow Series: Beyond the gate in June
Beyond the gate in June
Enchanted, I watch the rain and a Jay
pecking lifeblood from the weak. It calls
on open air, a croak -
shell collapses, cracking.
Litter under more rain.
We walk to waterside
and stare out
at mizzly tides,
owned by men who'll plague them come warmer weather.
You lift rocks
where seaweed roots and I
collect a crab in my sand-tanned hands
so you can look at something sharper
and watch it slip away.
The swans swan in on lazy instream,
show off a cygnet with pride.
back into woodland.
Rain hits hard.
It feels far from the city,
dried up in concrete, flooding wrong season - listed, protected, much more than this space.
Birds flit under the safety of tree cover,
wonder how long it'll last.
It seems fitting
to feel safe here
away from the metropolis.
Her banks keep bursting,
bleeding disenchantment out from the centre.