Savernake

Savernake
One distant owl and the moon blaring
Two pheasants clattered on the roof tiles
while I lay beneath

They stalked in the morning grass
like a pair of myths or rich gentlemen
until a clucking screech said the dog found them
much too late like a camel trying to pounce

She saw more in Savernake
slavering for a flying prize
crazy eyes, tail aloft, ears akimbo
copying the deer across the bracken
snuffling their prints in the mud
lost in her dizzy scent world
beneath a beech galaxy
painted leaves shimmying in the sun
the deep forest like a sea siren
weaving endless music
to a sun-spilt lair

We followed drunk on air
and the soft busy stillness of it all

until she tracked a bog for wallowing
then wrestled with some leaves
and came huffing and grinning
looking like a great chocolate cornflake cake
smelling like mould and elderly wool

It was time to play Stick in the Kintbury canal

Kintbury
Page created by Sumangali Morhall, last updated on Tuesday, May 5, 2009