Jackdaws & Witches #dVerse #poetry

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.


Jackdaws and witches tapping

watches, stripping you to the bone.

Some still can’t say your name

without stretching all the wrong vowels.

I hear your voice,

I’m ankle-deep in Bluebells.

My red penknife unfolds.

I’m scratching your initials.


Trap-doors every Monday morning.

Cornflowers, my boots are soiled.

The great birds, they are clapping

the pear tree in the orchard.

There is no noise

beyond the kitchen window.

The water boils

my shadow on the table.


Ghost ships in the bay, like play things.

I’m on a hill in a faux Greek temple.

You’re in the cold clouds

close to heaven.

On the beach

the waves keep falling


so slowly.

Penshaw Monument 10/01/16

Jackdaws & Witches/cassettes

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