Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Two Magpies

Two magpies in the lime,
a coaster in the bay,
white painted window frames,
linear roof decay.
It all stays much the same,
declining through the day.
Dull slates take shine with rain.
Slow minutes measure time.

A cuckoo in the yew,
two merchants maritime,
the paint has cracked with heat,
a dormer spoils the line.
We never hold a beat;
we lose at beating time.
It's cold on easy street,
I tire of this view.



c. Marc Woodward

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