FROM GREENALEIGH TO PORLOCK BAY (poem) - Frances Presley - United Kingdom - Poetry International
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APRIL
FROM GREENALEIGH TO PORLOCK BAY
Friday. Good

these black shards
scattered on the field
where sheep and walkers go

piecing together
piece work

R e p u b l i c
C h  R e p u b l i c

Czech Republic

O r
n e t s ?
A r
n e t s ?

Hornets

black saucers
must be clay pigeons
tap they
clay
not plastic

come blow your horn

*
remembering semtex
the shifting sense
the shifting S

*

Site of Special Scientific Interest
see today
sea pitched
sea level
subsequent storms

the new salt marsh
no more freshwater
the salt line
grey grass
bleached trees
byre useless

sea birds
come skeeting home

walking back past lambs
he was talking ahead of me
about the Sibylline
lore and the ambiguity of
Sibylline law