#2189 - two poems - to the dell, a biscuit on Boxing Day

 

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two poems

 

a biscuit Christmas on Boxing Day

 

the scenes of our crime are always returning

 

still in the Christmas socks

 

the biscuit creeps up on me

I take it around

I am propelled

 

day to get back in the box

pull flaps overhead

 

do some dark

 

dream it’s still

far back in the year

and that the day will come  

 

to the dell

 

by all means, mainly pedal

by all the unnamed many

 

leaf and landing

twig, whiff

 

in wilted summer where

 

by rot of bridge across

and damp

with which falls were

 

swung

ornate moment

by the box

 

at the time of our maximum extent

in the after-almost phase

 

to the dell!

 

though one won’t stay

it is a passage place

 

look up

and you’re there

 

it’s all the sky occludes the dell from pry

 

and with it’s two afoot directions

or all fours wander in

legless even, widdershins

 

undergreen to be there

 

no page could contain

 

it’s puddle to a pond

when rain has had its days

 

a shelter in the daylight

fairy purposed so

 

tracking in leaf

trod grass

with lemon

and another

 

old purposes still live

 

we will remember

the liberation

from privet, lantana

 

it is the place untrumpeted where

 

just breathe in

and let the eyes breathe

 

in days of creek

the dell gush

a week beyond still

singing high

 

who doesn’t love a stillness?

that would be life

and all of time’s weather

 

gentle bearing

 

music is made of wings there

 

all of a world is edge to dell

 

every word spoken led

 

to the dell and through the dell

 

today

in a spitting mist

 

overcast in summer

after heat

 

that’s where the green is brightest

that’s where your bird sings

 

through it soon

as round we go

still coming to the dell