Ladybird

The first one of the year.

Red gem on faded grasses,

Round, fat, spotted Buddha.

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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.

Froth of confetti –

Belies the slice of sharp swords

In sloe-tinged petals.

Ice white pillow hill.

Ma breasts laid bare when aa last

Waaked y’flat summit