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a rooster
coo-ee
joy to see the
creek run
hear birds
above
road scoots off
sludge it
moss magnificent
and brighting
in the valley far
lily by pond
rise till
frogs of joy
for chorus
as up with
every tree
hear no barking
now
dial to the
grey –
it’s a gift
I’m an hour
before myself
new season
where we are
I’m adjusting
my day to this
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in various
places
hazard of
hap
in a lit mist
in my own dark
offshirting,
even May
a grapple with
between times
yet to arrive
and having
with my glasses
off
at some beyond
just some few
words at disposal
digging page
with a grief of bones
alive to
possibility
hello so
bye the bye
just making
this up as we go
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what will we
worship today?
draft only
for godsbother
there’s golden
calf, it glows crepuscular
claymation –
there’s your golem fixed
and I, in turn,
adored
else there’s
violence and vengeance
will you choose
fear?
our hero’s just
a god now
so there are
heavens above
very air
upward of
every deity’s a
risk
what will we
worship then?
a lamp of
fruit?
light’s wings?
there is the
tree herself
it’s all around
– that’s what
just the way
things are
some say stray
truth
truth gets away
we’re always
left with this question
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the
importance of elsewhere
and the bounce
between
to here there
whales are
moving the coal about
…very Newcastle
touristic
particle in
orbit
as it is down
here –
the mystery
accord
find yourself doing
it all in a body
still, wonder how
necessary this
can you see
through a word?
got me in a box
again
and again I’ll
have wormed out
there is a
lovely pointlessness to being
you just have
to keep it up
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in a cock
forest
ride Banbury
I have a few
countries run like this
on old rhymes
and guess
call themselves
different
but rod to kiss
of course of
course
have we got
wood, pecker?
take to the day
with a circular saw
pink and frilly
virtues signalled
the pointing of
a stick
think of it a
nether snout
proudly stroke
till true
in the Stirrup Gallery, Addi Rd
Happy snaps (various sources) from the opening of
Kit Kelen's
MY FIRST FOREST OF WORDS
&
the big 7 book Flying Islands Boolaunch at the Addi Rd Writers' Festival --
Saturday 16th May, 2026
Sophie Loy-Wilson
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