The Boy with the Bracketed Bones
Posted: June 28th, 2011 | Author: admin | Filed under: Poetry | Tags: Airbase, American, bones, bracketed, car, heart, knee, mother, verge | No Comments »As we were driven to
the American airbase …
As we were driven to
the American airbase …
Afterwards that good grey mare
galloped off into the deepening
furze of ramsons and of scabious,
of spiders stumbling on the dusklight …
The stray thought was (snared
on the road to Stirling …
Buttercups constellate in
the lengthening grass …
They say that
everyone has a talent
something about them
God meant …