This poem is taken from Stand 236, 20(4) December 2022 - February 2023.
Two Poems
The Nest
Late Fall we hack the arbour down:
a twig-swish, moss-stitch, cross-hatch
in the hedge – fledged, to let, no eggs.
You cup it close as if to know
a hearth or breast, a crèche.
...
Late Fall we hack the arbour down:
a twig-swish, moss-stitch, cross-hatch
in the hedge – fledged, to let, no eggs.
You cup it close as if to know
a hearth or breast, a crèche.
...
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