Poetry

Monday, 23 May 2016

Digging in and Letting Go



Bulls in the meadows
Digging in and letting go
Like ticks to the black blood of the land
Like Peat worker’s dogs
To the flesh on the bone
Digging in and letting go

Like his spade into the rich
Whale blubber fat of the land
Into the water bank
Where the fishermen stand
Digging in and letting go

All in the throw
The weight on the line
The meadow fly catches
The meadow fish
The Kingfisher watches
The Heron’s wish

Digging in and letting go

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