the language of birdsong, of art and of science
mole motorways and insect paths
the myriad histories carried by the land
a butterfly emerging from the skull of a deer
the smell of musk thistles
the eternal shift of the coastline and the human desire for stability
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posted this comment to Claire by mistake, meant it in response to you!
ReplyDeletethis brings it all back so beautifully
you remember different things
i remember the dip of the land as we came down the path from bards hill
over walsey hills
i did the walk two day later with my brother
we went much faster
it went by in a blur
Salt House
ReplyDeleteA bee wolf eats wasps
Honeysuckle grows bold
The sea is breathing sand
A paper world is plundered
Woodbine twines to heaven
Sand is breathing water
A mansion is destroyed
A river of flowers is trumpeted
Wave and stone are one