Sunday 1 November 2015

The Flannelled Flâneur #1

My voyage began in the afternoon...
 
dressed     for bed
a stroll to the desk
              and back
           to the desk
              and back
now to the window
litter the garden
leave the cat
curled hot
water bottle
 

and the clock
turned back
for day light
saving
follow
 
the wisp
into dusk
along field

partition 
down the valley
 

past the willows
ash and oak
                first  "shhh"
          shhh comes before
           the pheasant takes
                     off and flies
                              away
and over fence
and the breeze
of land agents
and haunted
houses above
the copse

the leaf face
jagged
and the whistle
 

of Tregeagle
emerging from
undergrowth
his tongue
in knots
of bindweed
his owner
calling him
 
 
 
through thicket
to where
the children
would swim
before
the world
was changed
in a single
viewing

 
the
pool half-found

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