Tuesday, 13 November 2012

5 RADIPOLE POEMS for Becks Highfield

Swans at Radipole Lake
how i wish
they'd fly over.
View of lakeside trees
sounds of
seagulls & chainsaws.
Pilons across the lake
a bird on every one.
Walking by the lake
this time
i see the violets.
In a puddle
on the path
baby coots preening.
[A couple of years ago Becks made me some handmade papers for my bookmaking endeavours. i made her a book of these poems, with her paper, in gratitude. i live on one side of the lake...she, on the other. Seemed  to be appropriate little token/gift.]

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