Illustration – Jackie Morris from the “The Lost Words” (2017)
In the churchyard, roving rooks return
summoned by a tail-spin end to this wintry season
noisily they stir age-old roosts, filch
from neighbours and two-by-two stand watch
over their untidy stacks
In the rook-roofed sycamore, a lattice work of leaf buds
rattles with raucous corvid calls
my spirits lift; a wind from the North-West scuds
body and soul through the old church doors
to seek communion
A simple poem to try and stir some creativity after a 6 week break but then anything goes at dVerse poets on Open Link Night hosted tonight by Grace
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