Thanks to Jake editor of The Creative for publishing and Paul Brookes
for the collaboration.
Stone where crime swung on a gibbet.
as a village post it note.
Stone church entrance
embedded In three red hearts three white skulls
as a village memory jogger.
Stone, wood, metal Christs open
their wounds on crosses in three streets.
dusty ground broken glass,
fly tipped patchwork carpet oddment lines fields, two bare bonced Scramblers scream past
Two young boys help tractored farmer gather golden corn harvest
All laugh together in the field knife edged
Only Christmas days
unwrapping action man
and hot wheels bind us.
From an asphalted pit lane
beside The Barley Sheaf
we walk into scrub.
“What are you doing at school now?”
I carry the minibeast book
I bought to help us.
“Don’t think we’ll find
any Scarab Beatles, today.”
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