Peopled: Walking in isolation, Staffordshire, 2020

To Orslow first, where Horsa’s people work the land,

who, at our approach, stop with hoe and axe in hand

to watch from wooden walls, drawing with secret voice

and movement  their mud-bellied pigs and children close…

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St Giles' Churchyard, Shrewsbury

wanting from each straight incision her children’s limbs

and from each curve their soft heads and laughter.

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And I know this is a potent spell, cast in looping words that even un-mouthed

can drag a young girl into young girls’ hell

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On All Hallows’ Eve the hedgerows sing

With lizard-tongues and speckled suits

we’ll charm all triple-teated twigs,

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I’ll drink the sap of you, and quickened by
hares that dance the belly of you, will let
myself be sewn into your tapestry. 

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OAK

OAK

Autumn ruster of pool and sky 
Conductor of bird song 
and electricity
Photosynthesiser

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