Monday, 3 February 2014

Over Carzantic

Something under the ground
Outside the converted chapel
Creeps up ominous
A red bloom spreads
On the gravel, looks murderous
It's the ruddy earth, or the terracotta brick
Or we are mistaken
And things are as unseemly as they seem…

In the morning sky
Pink and dark
Clouds bloom
Over Carzantic: storm roses.


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