This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Sarah Lindon Three Poems
Woodpecker

yesterday the sun pulled open the sky –
how deep it goes, how deep the walls

of the hotel, deep in yellow, and today
the leaves are calmer under cloud –

they lean and turn tentatively, but yesterday
they pulsed with molten radiance

of embers, they shone out loud and berries
leapt all over the bushes, live as fingertips

on violin-strings and the sky fell through
many shades of blue all at once

and this morning a woodpecker checked
the substance of the world,

finding it open and solid in many places
with its little tokes,

revealing from the trees the soundboxes
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