Out wind-tuning, wind
gale gusting, stirring a kindred domain,
rough paws cuffing at hedgerows,
shivering guardian trees,
I lumber cumbersome in weather-gear,
then lifted and carried by broad hand hammers,
leap marshy sinks onto sodden clods.
Busily swirled in this thumping pulse,
unprisoned by wildness,
something rummages oddments of shaken sky mosaic
for singing fragments self-puzzle shapes.
A person? A cat? A shifting apparition
jerks to a sudden narrowing alien look
and a great grey cloak umbrellas upwards,
sculls, with wing-tip swish into boughs,
ghost-mist dissolving.
Clustered by the last gate,
their bannered manes astream,
stocky ponies peer through spitting rain,
impassive, hock still.
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Tapestries
PoesiaPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
