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