Sea Coal

Aa retraced their steps

Those heavy skorted wimmin,

Bent like sticks t’pick coal.

Burdock

Sticky hairy sphere,

Clinging to my flowery dress.

New dry land to seed.

The first one of the year.

Red gem on faded grasses,

Round, fat, spotted Buddha.

You sang to the moon,

As the earth’s shadow passed over.

A blood red saucer.

Plaits lie on the field,

weaved in are speckles of yellow

soon to be haystacks.

Rip the stinking leaves

And steep in boiling water,

To become a Celt.

Dripping with icing,

An ephereal being

Stands in wor woods.