Friday, 8 April 2011

Poetic pause!

The Wood Pigeons

They sit on the fence
hail bouncing off grey feathers,
while in the pools hard balls of ice
collect in frogspawn clusters.
White blankets drape surfaces, but still
they sit unconcerned, keeping watch
over the pickings on the grass

Published in “Short Cuts Poetry" 2004 (Anthology)
(Highly Commended)

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