Day: November 21, 2018

Poetry

Misty Morning at Ash Slack

By Patrick Wright: Mists of the East Ridingsthrough two embracing ash trees. The moon was out, a pamplemousse moon.Under black buds of nuinn where moorland bled to slack,I found lots of bird’s-foot-trefoil, scented lily-of-the-valley – my birth month flower – and felled trees gone back to nature.Seeds dropped to mulch near a disused railway line […]

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